Camden’s dad wanted details on where my “mission” parents fit into the family tree. I told them to ask Sue because I was so young when I went to...the boarding school that I had no idea. He didn’t seem to challenge that. After again finding out that he wasn’t getting any details about me having sex with Camden or Bambi, he sent me to talk to his wife.She didn’t give up easily, but soon but realized that I wasn’t going to talk about anything I did with her daughters even when she watched Bambi,. “Now I don’t feel quite as bad.”“Is that good?”“I don’t know,” she said after a pause. “I know I should feel better about this. I know I should be happy that you told me the truth, but inside I feel like I should be scared.”“You don’t have to be.”“I can’t help how I feel,” she shrugged.I knew exactly what she meant by that statement, but not necessarily how she felt.“How DO you feel?”Jen gave me a bit of a deer in the headlights look. “About you?”“About me.”Jen looked very uncomfortable on the. "No sense getting angry, father," the younger Worth said, in soothing tones. "This is the way to freedom."Freedom. That was the key, thought Worth. I've been cooped up for months while the Marshals dictated every move. Intolerable ... I'd give an arm to see their faces when they found I slipped my ankle surveillance device. They'd shit themselves. Why in another age, I would have been a Chase or Vanderbilt ... and two hundred years ago I'd have been a fucking Lord. Lords had privileges.. . just one last one, before I leave? One feeding, could we?"Wendy gulped and looked down, searching for an answer. As her eyes came back up and she started the "no" on her tongue, she watched Jenna pull the nightdress over her head and drop it to the floor, standing in front of her, her young body naked in the soft light of the bedroom."Aunt Wendy," she whispered, kneeling on the floor at the woman's feet, "please." Jenna, Jenna... don't... don't do that..." Wendy's words came out in a raspy.