Wells dad’s sex slave. Thinking to myself that this could get interesting, I looked up to see a well dressed couple sit down in front of myself and...dad. Dad introduced me to the couple when he asked Mrs. Wells why she wasn’t abiding by their formal agreement. “Sir there is a child is present” Mrs. Wells stated pointing in my direction.Dad said, “There isn’t anything he hasn’t seen since I showed him your nudes”.Mrs. Wells turned red in embarrassment as dad threw the nude pictures of her on. "I was hard on you, that time, you know ... and I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have been such a bitch." Oh, Jenny," I said. I got up. I wanted to hug her."Wait!" She stopped me. "Wait, there's more I want to say."Growing up, I always had this idea of what I wanted my life to be like. What normal was like. I pictured what my boyfriend would be like. What he would look like, what he would wear. He was tall, handsome, with long strands of hair that dangled in front of his eyes. He was strong,. Phew! The ball was in the net. Wow! I couldn’t believe it.Chloe: What? How?Me: Did I do it?Chloe: How did you do that?It was pure luck, but I wanted to brag about it.Me: I’m good, I have skill! That’s how I did it!Chloe: You really do! I’m impressed!Me: Hahaha! You didn’t think I was going to do it, did you?Chloe: Not really.Me: Surprise! I guess now you have to do something that I want.Chloe: What do you want me to do?Me: I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know when I do.Chloe: It’s going to be. PAID. TO. FUCK. You get paid to do something inherently pleasurable. This is a job, like any other, but it comes with real perks and fringe benefits, even with the occupational hazards, wouldn’t you say?” Tyson rambled a bit, but his thoughts were actually very helpful.“So, yeah, I’ll never be President, but odds are, I wouldn’t be President, anyway. My grandfather was a Waffen SS officer. Like, for real. Hauptsturmführer Karl Koenig of the Sixth SS Panzer Grenadiers. He fought in Italy against.