“Okay, maybe – but you didn’t deserve exile, of all things.”Rob sighed. “There are many things we don’t deserve in life, Alison. Especiall... for people my colour in a country like this. We’re used to taking all sorts of blows for each other. That’s love.”“Love…” Alison tried to think – but instead, spoke, “Yes, but to take a blow for your sister is one thing – but for me…?” Alison wanted to continue, to ask why – but she already knew the answer to that question – and Rob knew that she. I was given a picture of Mr. Wilshire to look at and tried to make the connection, but I got nothing. Nor did I get what I normally do for someone who is dead."I told the gentleman from one of the US government's agencies that this Mr. Wilshire was dead, because I received and was getting nothing. Well, thats not a hundred percent true. I was still actively seeking, but I was already over the normal time it takes me to check the entire world. So I told him Mr. Wilshire was dead."I assumed that. She rose and went to the window to check. Yep, it was him. This was going to be a meeting that she wanted and didn’t want. Talk about catch-22’s. The initial ten-grand the man had gotten out of her had just been the beginning. Shit!It was three minutes per the clock on the mantle before he pushed the buzzer. She buzzed him in. He took a seat on the smallish gray sofa across from where Marian Carton stood.“Yes, do have a seat, Mister Carton. And what’s the excuse this time/” she said.“Honey, you. I’ve found plenty of women to dominate me ... under Master’s thumb, that is.”“It will also cost Dad his relationship with me, if he can’t take what he’s dished out to others,” Devin added.“And me, too. I love fucking him, but I also love fucking my sweet Devin ... and our mother. He has to choose. He can be alpha male and head of the household with a new family ... or he can stay with us, fuck us and the rest, except Jan, of course, and keep the family together. He’s basically my father, and.