Angela was looking increasingly pale as Jonathan worked with her blood and mine. I was trying to help Jonathan do some of the more routine tasks, but ...oon it was just a matter of waiting. Finally, I stood and walked over to Angela."I think we should go get lunch, Jonathan. Can we bring you back something?" I asked as I took Angela's hand and started leading her toward the door."Just a sandwich of some sort," he called out, engrossed by something under his microscope.I walked with Angela out of. My uncle came out with tears in his eyes saying 'What should i do now', then aunt shouted that you should 'Cut your chillie sized small dick'. That day i realised that he was unable to sexually please her so i decided to take the move. When one lucky day water was not coming in my rooms bathroom I asked my uncle whether i could use his rooms or not. And he saide offcourse you can do. The bonus was that my aunt was sleeping in the room so i carefully entered there remove my clothes but i was. ‘This man is a psychopath,’ she realized, with a thrill of fear. ‘Wha… What are you going to do with me?’ she asked, fearfully, as the automobile pulled, quietly and smoothly, away from the kerb and proceeded along the avenue. ‘I figure you might earn your keep, as a hostess?’ Arnie replied, with an oily grin. ‘I could do with someone to entertain some of my more important guests, at the various meetings and parties that I organize, and you, my dear, might just be ideal?’ ‘W-Where are we. My car is in the shop and I need him to take me to work." Waggling a pointing finger at my plate, she grinned, "So, if you'll just this once ignore my advice to chew your food carefully and wolf it down like you usually do, I'd appreciate it."Her emerald green eyes sparkled with playfulness as she pinched a strip of bacon off the side of my plate."Hey!" I protested."Then I guess I win and get the pleasure of your company, Pumpkin," Dad teased.The brat just flashed me a quick ambiguous glance.