I then opened the door and held it while Tori entered. I gave a slight touch to the mood lighting switch by the door, and some indirect lighting subtl... appeared here and there in the room.“Oh, Mark. This is really nice. Can anybody use this?”“Only the family, although I have it on authority that a few of the dancers have used it on occasion – even your mother when she’s extra horny and has a friend visiting her performances.”Tori turned and took in the photographs from Brite Reber. There were. All of this would have been enough to make me really hate him if it was not for the fact that he genuinely loved and respected me. He was constantly boasting about any accomplishment that I made, no matter how much his may have outshone mine, and his opinions were genuine, not feigned. It's hard to dislike someone like that and I found it impossible. Only once did I ever manage a chance to even the score, or get revenge, as it were.As we grew older, we moved out on our own and persued our own. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue working him over. “Good girl,” he cooed as she finished, “You do that well.”She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak next. “You can get up. You don’t have to stay down there.” He said quietly. He watched her as she stood.“Go shower.” He said. “I’ll be downstairs waiting.” She nodded as he zipped his jeans up and walked away.As she stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over her, her mind began racing. She shook her head angrily.. "As I followed along behind them I wondered how they knew about Leslie and me. I know that I'd never told another living soul about us so it must have been Leslie who told them, but why would she do that? What was the tie between them? I wasn't going to ask and maybe queer the deal, but I was curious.They pulled up in front of a large Colonial just outside the city limits and Marge got out of the car and came over to me and asked me to pull my truck around the corner and park."Susan has some.