Cara spun slowly and cautiously to face him. He was small in stature, for a male, and probably in his seventies. He was dressed in an ill-fitting suit...that looked as if he had found it on the clearance rack in a thrift store. Nonetheless, he was neatly kept and wore a top hat, which he politely removed and held to his chest as Cara faced him. “My name is Donovan,” he said softly as he extended his hand to her. “But, you may call me Don if you’d like.” Cara feebly shook his hand, and he could. “I figure the doctor will tell me when I’m cleared to return to work,” I said.“If you’re worried about money then file a workman’s comp claim,” Liz said. “I won’t fight it.”“Yeah, that might pose a bit of a problem,” I said.“Why?” Liz wondered.“I ... in order to limit your civil liability, I told the police I wasn’t acting in any official capacity,” I admitted. “I was just a boyfriend looking out for his girlfriend. I didn’t want any of those pricks being able to come after you. I might slip. I got upstairs and all the lights were off except the small lamp at the side of our bed. To my surprise, illuminated in the lamp-light was my wife on all fours, her face buried in her pillows and her ass and gaping hairy pussy facing the doorway as I walked in, with her belly hanging down between her spread legs. Her ripped stockings were still on, barely, being held together at this point by just a few threads. She was the complete picture of a fat whore.I couldn't believe how brazen she was. Carter." No problem Ma'am. The road is clear. You may proceed. Take care," he finished, stepping back from the window."All this scares the crap out of me," Jennie fretted as Arlene raised the window and they started on."You're not by yourself," Melissa added.Arlene eased out of the driveway onto the county road, turning left. "They're protecting Daddy. We belong to him, so we're part of the package, I think." He's cute," Whitney said, looking out the back."Keep that up and I'll tell Daddy..