Paul had noticed something was wrong before me so he had taken kittensfrom Dad already. Dad's face was dark red and his eyes were tearing andnose was ...unning. Even his neck seemed a little puffy."Allergy?" Paul asked and Dad nodded."I have pills in the car," he whispered and left the room hastily.Paul closed kittens back in the cage and then led me to the exit."I'm sorry for your Father," he said, "I half expected you would takeone of them home but with your Dad's allergy it would be. I could see this, so gently I pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger up and down her slit. Her breathing fastened so getting some juices on my hand, I slid in one finger. She was so damn tight and wet, it was incredible. She arched her back a little as I ran a thumb along her bulging clit. The breathing increased again, so ever so gently, I slid my fingers in and out for a while, slowly bringing her up to the brink. Just before she came, I stopped. I'm a prick, I know, but it had the. ’ I sipped my spiked chocolate as I tried to explain why I could not marry Malichai, but the more I spoke, the less sense I made. My issue had nothing to do with my parents. I was reaching for excuses that just were not there. ‘My Papa found out his son and my mother were having sex. That was all he needed to decree that they would be married, said that he would be damned if his grandkids would be born bastards. He got his way, we were not born bastards, but my parents divorced two years after. * * * Michael replaced the receiver on the phone and realised his hands were shaking. His whole life had just shifted on some invisible axis and nothing would ever be the same again. ‘Would you like a cup of coffee, Michael? I’m just…’ Jenny, his PA, stopped dead when she saw his demeanour and the rest of her sentence was left hanging. He took a deep breath and tried to compose his thoughts. Judging from Jenny’s continued look of concerned curiosity, his attempt to look normal wasn’t working..