The children were well-behaved but the wife was a snotty bitch with a potty-mouth that sounded like a drunken sailor when she had one too many. Her na...e was Maya and the husband's name was Saint James. Saint James was an unusual name to have considering his religious vocation but I guess his parents had high hopes for his success in the church.I could tell right away he was far from being a Saint from the way he undressed me whenever I went up the staircase in their two-story house. The wife. "Shocked, I couldn't react properly. "What? How did you... ?"She grinned at me. "Yeah. The Coven thinks from your reputation that you might the Black Knight's son. Theres a few claiming to be sons but no real proof."My mouth was hanging open. Why would she think that?"I wasn't sure but seeing how you reacted to the idea of having sex with me or Sophie I guessed. And when you had me tied up I think I could feel you use some magic. I think Sophie has the untrained ability but I don't know if she. She called a woman's vagina her vitality, and explained about puberty and desire, and that women deserved satisfaction as much as a man, regardless of what I heard or saw on TV. She wanted me to love my Vitality, which made me giggle like a young girl. I tested the different jets, testing them, and found one that was wonderfully perfect. I was able to place it in its cradle, lock it in, and maneuver my body to use it to massage my Vital Core, leaning in and around. “Save that for us,. . ummm ... what I meant was that it wasn’t Bobby ... who got Amber ... pregnant.” She immediately reached for the water glass and began noisily drinking.Jenny looked pointedly at her husband, who met her gaze for a split second before his eyes darted away.“Oh shit.” he repeated.For some reason no one corrected his language this time.Amber was looking at her sister like she was from outer space. “You knew?“ she gasped. Then she looked around the room. “Everybody knew?“Uncle John’s eyebrows rose.