"Karen ran her fingers thru his graying hair grinning."Oh he always does baby. He always does."She lowered her voice to a whisper to Henry."That's it ...weetie. Do a nice job. Lick that pussy."Henry became highly excited and began fondling himself only to feel her hand and hear her scold him."You know better than that. No hand pussy until Mistress says. And Mistress says after I'm satisfied. Now go deep with that tongue bitch."He looked up at her teasing grins down to him knowing how much he. He’d be away most of the weekdays, staying in a hotel in Mayfair a suburb of London.Malcolm his son was a prison governor, he’d worked his way up through the ranks, his daughters well, if you could call them that; one was drop dead gorgeous, the other, well I don’t think any man would have like suggesting that she were of his loins. She didn’t even compare with Cinderella’s ugly sisters; one might think that if they made eye contact, they’d be turned to stone. Claire the beauty of the two. "Knebworthy smiled to himself. This was going to work if they all bought into it.."...all-pervasive power is essential... political... financial... violence... coercion..." What about the competition? You don't think people like the Mafia will just let you take over their path do you?" Knebworthy smiled to himself. Typical of Dan Hegarty to put his brother on the spot."No, of course not bro. We need new suppliers, new customers, niches, like these..."Two hours later, Knebworthy, the newly. The men were grateful for his generous pay.Word quickly spread that someone new lived in town. His first visitor was a young thirteen year old girl. She arrived with a basket and met him near the ladder as he worked on building a barn."Hello, I'm Esther Byrd. My mama made some bread to welcome you to the neighborhood."He took the basket. "Tell your mama, 'Thank you'." You can tell her yourself if you want. You're also invited over for dinner." I'll have to take a raincheck." Raincheck?" Do it.