I promptly swooped over and took it from her. “I think you’ve all had enough of THAT for one night young lady,” I scolded her.“...Awww…” she whined like a little girl.“Go get in my bed,” I ordered her.“Now you’re talking!” she said and I could now tell that she was more drunk than I had thought, but she just held it better.I walked her there and said, “Get some sleep.”“But I don’t wanna sleep,” Patty giggled. We were almost civil to one another during the dinner, which was excellent. Guilio Cesare Reitano, elder son of Don Vincero and owner of Tre Fontini, the best restaurant for fifty miles, catered this affair, and the food was worth the stiff ticket price. And the wine? By the second bottle (cash bar), I had mentally drafted my bankruptcy petition and the creditor matrix and was ready to file. And I must have been drunk out of my skull, because I looked at Molly. And she was smiling. At me. And I. They still are afraid of him. I guess the important thing is, that he treated me well.”“Your father was a bitter man. Now he’s not.”“Oh, hey! Look at that.”“What?” Peter asked unwilling to look away from the road.“There’s a roadside stand with fresh peaches.”“That’s nice.”“Pull over. I want to get some peaches.”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”Peter’s mother, father, and Chuck were standing in the emergency room looking around for Peter. They didn’t expect to see Rebecca, since she would probably be in the. " He chuckled to himself. Am I pleasing him? Am I doinggood? Shit shit what is happening? I'm starting to think like a slave,but it's so good. Without a word, he pushed his thumb between my lipsand into my wet mouth. I couldn't help it, I was so turned on, Istarted sucking - or rather, suckling - on his thumb and he started totell me his plans."I'm very happy that you showed up; Daddy will take good care of you,if you are good to me. You're training will begin tonight, Trisha. Myspecial.