I’m not so bad looking myself but I constantly remind myself I’m still her dad. I’m 38, 6’4, carved, Tan, dark hair and blue eyes. “Morning ...ex, sleep well?” “Of course I did daddy.” Her smile could light the night sky. “Any plans today?” I ask this stupid question every morning and every morning I piss myself off when she answers yes. I don’t know why, but I hate when she even leaves the house anymore. “Well, actually I thought I could spend the day with you.” She looks up at me so innocently.. " Shouting didn't work; punching did."¿Qué está pasando?" asked the boy whose bed she was sitting on.Sam was certain he only spoke in Spanish to annoy her. "We're shooting our scene for iCarly in half an hour. Get up."Freddie looked at her weirdly. "When have you ever been early? And how did you get in here, anyway?"Sam flashed him her most devious smile. "I stole a key last time I was here. Now, you coming or what?"Rather than giving him time to protest, she grabbed his ankle and dragged him. " Who was that man anyways?" Walter asked. "I didn't know you were dating Mrs. Roberts." It's not exactly your business," Mrs. Roberts admonished Walter. "Morgan and I met at a café nine months ago, and we started meeting during the day to talk. He's a successful contractor and appears to be quite interested in me, but I have no idea why." Why wouldn't he be?" I asked. "Mrs. Roberts you are a beautiful woman. It only makes sense that a man is interested."Walter made some gagging sounds from the. We can retell our travels this past century on a different eve."Orias' mouth turned down slightly, "I was afraid of this Devnik," he said gently. "Unfortunately, what I have to ask of you requires that you stay here."There was a pause. In the distance I could hear a drunken mass of humans belting their laughter to the heavens.I watched my captor closely."It's not really you who's asking is it?" Devnikolus said in a resigned tone.The Prince of Prophecy shook his head.With a sigh Devnikolus.