“Emma, men often awake in this condition,” Donald replies as he rolls her on her back, throws back the covers and begin to tickle her. She giggle... and squirms as his fingers find their way to her cunt. Already wet.“And what were you dreaming about Emma to be in this condition yourself?” he asks in return. She just laughs and tells him it is a secret.Donald spreads her legs and moves between them. “Well, since we both seem so ready this morning, perhaps this is how we should start the day,”. . not fair.”“Life is not fair,” he said. “All men are not equal. Your truths you hold most sacred are lies. Philosophy sucks.”“How can you say that?”“Observation,” he said. “Your leaders practice the Do as I say rule but follow Not as I do. Even the parents of your young. Which reminds me ... Congratulations, David. You’re a father.”“What?”“Abbie presented you your offspring at 2:33 this afternoon.”I looked at my watch... 2:35. “Two minutes ago?”“Three now,” He got a concerned look. “Uh. " You're a real shit, you know that Robert?" Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... I'm a shit. Now, are you going to go and get all dolled up for me? If you do not, I will not allow you to wash your clothes before going home." You are a class A fuck, you know that?" Yeah... So, what are you going to do, eh?" I don't have any choice, do I?" Not really." Okay, I will go and put on your sister's clothes for you. The least that you can do is to dump this stuff into the washing machine for me, okay?" Take 'em. Mom had always used either the ruler or the strap on her daughter, but she felt that "a good dose of soapsuds" was something her pretty young daughter dreaded even more than a spanking.And she was right. It was the presence of her uncle, that time when she was nine, and many times since, that her uncle "assisted" her mom when punishment was called for.Never would she forget the command, as she stood in her pajama tops and panties before her mom and Uncle Jack, "Come on, now, Rachel," her mother.