Over the past year, he had purchased young girls at slave auctions and started training them from an early age in the gladiatorial arts. His two lates... acquisitions would be his crowning achievement; they would learn to carry wooden training swords almost before they could walk.Their mothers had named the babies before they were separated from them, and, surprisingly, the baby merchant had scribbled down the appellations. The Iberians name was Brigida Calista. The Chinese baby’s was. Idreaded my Dad. He couldn't be different at home than at work. Or couldhe? I was avoiding him. He was what I was afraid of becoming, not that Dadwas bad to me. Or Mom. But he was different.One morning I was embarrassed and scared to death. My thing, I hated itthe most, it was enormous big and hard. I knew from other boys in the gymlockers it was named 'woody'. It meant I was entering puberty and shortlyI will be hairy all over and I'll sound the same as my Dad.Before this happened I prayed. Once I was finished, Mary, (who had likely been listening at the door), walked in and they hugged each other.Again, I was surprised how understanding my new girlfriend was of my sister.April told me that the plans were in place for ‘her boyfriend’ to come over for dinner that night. She made the observation that her mother was excited with her oldest daughter finally having a boy to bring home. Her father, Davis didn’t have a clue.With time to kill, she asked both Mary and I if we wanted to go. Four years before that we’d had a son, and while every dad loves a son to carry on his legacy, for a father there is nothing quite so special as a daughter.Every child is a mix of their parents, but Kimberleigh seemed to take the best qualities of her mother and I and ran with them. She stood about 5’6” and had my black hair and blue eyes, and her mom’s DD chest and curves. While my wife had been curvy and thick – two attributes that I’d greatly appreciated in my youth and still do today –.