“This is the first time I’ve pushed for more responsibility, more money, more respect.”“It’s still a dead-end job. You’re still renting ou... your time,” Peter said. “You don’t get wealthy as someone’s lackey.”“No, I get wealthy helping a girl with a twisted ankle during a snowstorm.” I sat up taller. “Real wealthy.”Wayne’s face darkened. Peter’s expression gave me a moment to clarify. It was not going to be a long moment.“Wealth isn’t just money,” I pointed out, speaking much faster. “My parents. Am I making sense?"My head was spinning with the implications of what she was saying and coupled with my predicament, I could feel the fear rising in me again. I nodded, and she pulled away slightly."Good. So I don't want to read any more rubbish where you pass out after a few strokes." I nodded again. "Most people's initial reaction to pain is anger, though it is usually suppressed out of respect for me." She waited for me to acknowledge with another nod. "Some people start to laugh at this. He named the wage and I readily agreed.I started that Saturday and after a couple of hours Tom called me into the house where cakes and soft drinks were waiting. He said he had an appointment and he left his wife Terri to keep me company.Terri was a tall, graceful brunette with 48-inch doubleD breats that looked as if they were attempting to burst out of the top of her dress. As she leaned forward to pour my drink and I could see down the front of her dress right to her large, stiff. "Yes ... Yes, I will marry you, Crystal. I don't care if you're bi, gay, or whatever. I'm in love with you and I want to be your wife ... and I want you to be my wife. Baby, I will be yours as long as I live, I swear it, and I will be faithful to you. No other women. I'm just glad that my children accept us. I was so afraid that they'd react like my husband did. Jake, thank you. All of you guys ... thank you. You can't believe how happy I am that you've embraced me instead of turning against me.