“Ronald,” I said, “I’d like you to meet the girl you warned me about.” He turned to see us and his mouth shot open and didn’t immediately ...lose.“Holy mackerel, David, you don’t deserve a girl this pretty, not even,” he said.“I have to agree with you there, brother dearest. But, quite frankly, neither do you. So, stay clear of her,” I said, laughing.“Yeah, yeah, no guarantees,” he said, also laughing. I gave him a sour look, well, he deserved it.“Hi David,” said Mom, followed by my dad. Dad was. "Come, dear, I'll show you around," she said, as they went to the Regency lounge. The service in the lounge was up to its usual impeccable standards. Vangie ordered a very dry martini for herself and a Perrier with a lime for Kris.When her drink came, Kris took a sip. "Mom, is this a part of being rich?" she asked, making a face. "Is Coke too ... plebeian?"Vangie just winked and then giggled. "My dear girl!" she exclaimed in her haughtiest tone, "one does have certain responsibilities, after. There seemed tobe a rubber dildo of sorts jutting from the seat. And straps comingout of the thing from every angle so that the rider, which I wasbeginning to assume would be me could be bound to it securely. Then Inoticed it even had a built in webcam in what I guess would be thepommel of the saddle as long as we are working with that image. Youhad me come over and u slipped my diaper down and had me step out ofit, which caused a few drops of our mornings juice to drip down myinner thigh. ’He glanced at her. ‘A bit of extra money, you know?’‘Then one day he turned up on our doorstep and asked if he could stay for a while. He had just gone through a particularly difficult separation and although he had retained pretty much everything from his marriage, he couldn’t bear to rattle around a large empty house by himself. He needed some time to decide whether to sell it or not.’‘Of course we took him in and he was good company. He was in his early 50’s I suppose and he was.