Dad turned to me and said that I was in charge while he was gone and then he turned and walked out the door.“Why are you in charge?” Lindsay shrie...ed at me after dad was gone. I had no idea. Dad had never felt the need to officially put anyone in charge when he was gone. I always assumed that Charity was in charge when he wasn’t home because she was the adult but that was before she became Charity the Slave.“Run after him and ask?” I shrugged. It didn’t really matter, though because nothing. ”“I have a compelling counter-argument,” she said, twisting around to lap at his shaft, “but let’s hear the good news.”“The weather looks pretty nice, and my recollection is that it’s going to be a warm day. I think we should make use of the patio.”“You mean make use of my ass?”“I thought that was implied.”“I was hoping for impaled.”“I promise that as well.”“Good. And love, about that spanking ... if you don’t want to do it again after today, that’s fine and I understand. But...” She rolled. Not that it mattered, she wouldn’t have helped me drag the tree in and set it up anyway. After I got the tree inside and set in the tree stand, I cleaned up the mess I dragged in with me and went to work.It took a couple hours to get the lights strung and all the ornaments hung but the tree was definitely the best one I’ve ever had. All I had to do now was wait for the wife to come home and start her rant.I barely had a new drink poured when I heard the garage door opening. Couldn’t I catch a. I told you, we're one person." So, I'm really talking to this alien right now, huh?" Christian leaned forward, looking into my eyes and he seemed cold then. "This Duchess, that means you're in charge right? Did you kill my wife?" Christian, it's me," I said, reaching for his hand, but he drew back."You did do it," Christian nodded. "You're not Kelly. She wouldn't have joined you, not after that." I am Kelly. I'm your wife. Christian, you have to let me explain, okay?" I begged him. "I was mad.