“Dad, can I talk to you?”There was another muffled comment, but this time I could make out that Dad was asking me to wait a moment. I waited.The d...or opened and Dad was standing there in his long pyjamas and robe. He was tying his robe together as he spoke so I guess he was getting changed when I knocked.“What is it, honey?”“Can I talk to you? Can I come in and talk to you?”Dad looked down and made sure his robe was securely wrapped around him and tied firmly.“Sure, honey.”He stepped back and. Damn, everything hurt. And he was thirsty.He could feel the needles and the tubes, some in places he didn't even want to think about. He felt as weak as a baby and cranky because of it. He hated hospitals. He hated being kept in the dark. He hated being cooped up and alone. He... "Nicky?"His head swiveled on the pillow. He could smell her before he saw her. She smelt of sunshine and sin, something sultry and provocative. "Michelle?"Then he saw her. Oh, God. He didn't know how scared he was. Maybe I ought to leave him, but... well, I'm just not ready to do that yet. It may come to that, but I want to give it every chance to work out. I... I keep thinking that he'll begin to change in the other direction. Oh, Mom--maybe I'm a fool, but remember I did love him, and I guess it's not all dead yet. Give me a little more time to work with him..."Carol made no reply as she stared at her daughter's lovely but distressed face. She knew that it was useless to argue with Kit at this stage;. I wasexpecting at any moment for her to pounce on him, rolling him onto hisback as she pinned him down to mate, her jaws about his throat assertingher superiority. That had been the way both of Precious' previousmating's had taken place.But it was Sulltan who made the first move as he lunged forward, Sweetgumyelping as she was forced over backward, his jaws closing about herthroat before his barbed cock thrust into her bringing more yelps."Fillandra?" I asked startled at this turn of events..