We talked for over an hour and I could have gone on all night. But finally she turned to me and asked the question that was uppermost on both our mind...:"Can I stay?"The fact that she hadn't said "Can I stay tonight?" Didn't register with me."Sure, I guess that would be OK. It's late anyway. You can get a good night's sleep then drive home tomorrow." No. I mean can I stay with you until you get tired of me?" She clarified."What if I don't get tired of you?" Then you'll just have to keep me I. "We were planning on spending next weekend at the cottage if the weather holds, perhaps you and Jenny would like to join us? Don't get me wrong, but I want to meet Don, too."Darlene raised an eyebrow at me, one of her most endearing little quirks. "Of course we would love to come, daddy," I replied, "but on one condition."It was daddy's turn to raise an eyebrow."You have to promise to talk about something the rest of us can understand for the rest of the evening." I second the motion!" cried. ”Unmoving, “I can do that.”“I’m not sure we can, trust is our main concern when choosing a new teammate. Please let us discuss your offer. I’m sure your father has a card. I’ll let you know what we decide in a couple days.”I received Mr. Getty’s personal card and a handshake at the door. His thank you held a subtle smile. I wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but hoped that he approved of my interview of his child.Roger was quiet and visibly unhappy. His shoulders slumped when he walked off of my. The design was beautiful in its simplicity. The induction coil was right beneath the front door of the house (with other ones under all the other doors out of the room). The closer she got to it, the more power the vibrator could draw. I had calibrated it so that the pleasure overwhelmed her about three steps in front of any of the doors.This meant that she was effectively trapped in the antechamber of my house, naked except for the device tormenting her, reduced to begging for food and drink.