My head flew up and my eyes found Aunt Sarah's shocked face. My heart sank once again, after all that had happened, we'd been found out anyway."Your m...ther is going to kill me," I whispered.Samantha, her body still molded to mine, turned and saw her mother stepping into the elevator. The doors closed with a soft swish and then we were rushing up, the silence full of unbelieving stares between Aunt Sarah, her daughter and I. The little boy hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the incredible. And I hope you’ll also enjoy our time together.’ ‘My happiness comes from making you happy, sir.’ ‘That sounds like a Malachi maxim.’ ‘Yes, he does keep impressing it on us doxies. . . .But what do I call you? Do you prefer ‘sir’ or ‘Mr Rogers’. ‘How about ‘Daddy’. After all, I’m more than old enough to be your father.’ She giggles, ‘A father for Christmas.’ ‘Exactly. I’ve never had a daughter – at least that I know of – who I could introduce to the ways of the world. You can show me what I’ve. Didnt speak a word. Then asked her who all knows this thing. She was again quiet. finally she said again, “Please dont tell anybody…. I beg You, I will do whatever you say……..”And yes this was the chance i was waiting for. I grabbed all my courage and said “Ok. only on one condition………….. I want to have a sex with you………”She was shocked to hear this from me and then started bluttering that this is sin and all bullshit…………. I said that calling a callboy is not a sin for married women or what?She. He’d given her a mattress and box spring around the dawning of the eighteenth month after he'd taken her. For her eighteenth birthday, he raped her. He’d ached for her before then. He’d thought she was ready, that they both were ready, but he’d found, somehow, that the waiting was imperative. There would be others that would be younger, and he would have them another time. For her, with her, it had been an imperative that they wait. Shifting in the chair now, Blake cupped a hand under her.