Claire filled me in about fires, those she had put out and those ongoing. She had handled the job better than I expected, and I knew her to be incredi...ly capable. I invited her to meet my mother. Our schedules didn’t sync up for over a week.The designated night saw the best meal ever prepared in my home. Everyone pitched in. Garrick grilled the salmon. Andrew made garlic potato smash, his own invention. I sautéed young asparagus in lightly peppered butter, until their rigidity barely softened.. I was spanking her in between because I love to hear the sound of a fat ass being slapped and bouncing up and down. “Vik you are fucking me so nicely baby. You wanna do something dirty?”“Yeah, baby tell me what is it you want.”“Finger my asshole and stretch it out.” I was in heaven. Here was this sexy girl offering her ass to me which I had been dying to touch for years. “You dirty bitch. I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”“Yes daddy, please use my ass and make it hurt.” I spat on my finger to. Mother gave you only one responsibility of making breakfast and you couldn’t even take care of that”. I got angry and shouted “I had gone to get some bread and beans from the market. Wait for some time I will take a bath and then come down to make some breakfast for you.” Then she came out of the room and saw me holding my jacket as if I was hiding something. “What is that brother?” She asked“Nothing jade it’s just that I am feeling cold” I replied“No it’s not that, you are hiding something. ’ And that was what Groat did, arriving at the shoddy cottage, over-grown and ill-cultivated just about noon. ‘Mister Groat isn’t it?’ George Pickstock looked up at the man on the horse. ‘That it is George, and I have business to discuss, if you’ve aught for selling.’ Pickstock looked at him askance. ‘Might have.’ He said monosyllabicly. ‘Only I’m looking for a mare. In primis for breeding stock, but she should be a good riding beast as well.’ ‘Oh I don’t know about that…’ George Pickstock.