It’ll be okay; I’ll be good.“But Dad, Mom, I am not going to be pretending to be his daughter. I mean the man has got himself an ex-convict girl...riend, fiancé now I guess. A woman who is also at best an ex-prostitute. He’s a killer, good intentions or no. I mean how am I supposed to deal with all of that and pretend, and that’s what I’d be doing, that he’s a dad, my dad, in the same sense you are, Daddy? I mean really!” said Selena. The looks her parents gave her went appreciated by her.Her. " Ernie, straight up ... this isn't some way to get Nikki out of my house for good, is it?" Oh, no way, Dan. If I thought that, I'd tell you. This judge is straight up. He's not gonna be stupid. Just wants to hear it from her. And if you can see 'im tomorrow morning, then that's what we need." Okay, Ernie. I'll call her and tell her." I thought for a second. "Say! I could talk to 'im this morning myself, before or after Nikki." Okay. You call Nikki, and I'll call Judge Lanford, and we'll talk. The once gentle and loose restraints now seem like iron shackles as Rachel enjoys the pleasurable sensations of the orgasm.Kris wastes no time and releases Rachel from the restraints and they embrace lovingly. Rachel heart races as the afterglow of the orgasm liveds within her. Kris maneuveres Rachel over to the Sybian.Rachel’s only protest is, “I’ve never had a multiple orgasm.”Kris laughs, “No better day than today and no better way than on this.” Rachel eases herself onto the mechanical. Neither of them ever cooked, and she worried that in this reality Emily was supposed to be some kind of master chef. That would be a problem."I thought I'd make you my special chicken Marsala," she replied, grinning hungrily at Emily."I didn't know you could cook..." I have been known to prepare a dish for the right occasion," Stacy teased. "It's an old family recipe. There's a lot you don't know about me, but maybe we can remedy that tonight?"Two hours and three-quarters of a bottle of wine.