"I'm so glad you are my step mom. I already want you to join Monica and I in the bedroom again. So, I just want you to know, if you divorce my dad, I ...till want you in my life." My right hand rose and came to her cheek. "Do you think I'm divorcing him?" Tears immediately formed on her cheeks and dropped down onto her tits. "Well, he is definitely not a good husband and you keep coming back to me. I think you are going to sooner or later. I love my dad, but I love you too," she cried, just. It was all part of the game of course; from the way he had reacted earlier on I knew I could get him. He was sitting at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen. “Hey” I said, sitting on his bed. He turned to look at me and continued to look, not saying anything at all. “Come here” I said, almost laughing at my own actions, he started to slightly shake and looked nervous as hell. ‘Aw, poor thing, I thought, he’s so sensitive’. He awkwardly stood up and walked over to me, “Sit” I. ” I stopped. My heart burst with pain. I did not understand, but I knew then that Rebecca Dunlop was a true saint, cursed by god. The story of Job would not be her story. Her suffering would never end. It was not coin to purchase mercy. It was a balance against too much pleasure. This woman had found pleasure and love that would sustain until she died. She had no thought for an afterlife. This was the life that she could plant her feet in. Rebecca would suffer joyously until she was dead.She. She laughed and it was a rich sound. “That is the real reason Xinyi is so mad, she is jealous!” She calmed down but kept the smile. “Maybe it will be good for her.”I raised my tea cup. “Ganbei!”“Ganbai!” She enthusiastically joined me. “You know some Chinese?”“I only remembered that because I heard it in a movie once and I thought it was really close to the Japanese ‘kanpai’ which I learned from a book once.”She smiled. “I will teach you another word now. ‘Mimi.’”I practiced it a few times.