"As you will my dear. I do hope, however, you will allow us to share in the fun" Very well," pronounced the Baroness rising from the table, "I will go...and prepare. Have Lars send the girl to my room... say about nine?" Done," stated the Baron, expectant smiles on his and Steffan's faces.Adrienne luxuriated in the warm bath. The tenseness began to leave her muscles as the frightening events of the afternoon began to fade as a bad dream.She was still puzzled as to why such dreams would occur when. Deep down she knows she will get away with this.Mike doesn’t make a scene or anything at the hospital. He just leaves and doesn’t say anything to his girlfriend. The next day at the hospital, Cheryl is recovering and about to be sent home.She texts Mike, “Hey…Will you come pick me up? I can explain.”They drive back in his car, but don’t say a word to each other. Once Cheryl walks in the apartment and sits down with her baby, Mike slams the door shut.He says, “What the fuck is going on, Cheryl?. ” I pulled my hand away. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” Amy looked down at her empty hand, and back up at me. “Well not uncomfortable...” “Then what?” Amy turned her face away, and blushed. “Nervous.” I smiled gently at her, and turned her face back to me. “Come with me, and I’ll show you something.” She nodded, and grabbed my hand back. I smiled a secret little smile, and started walking. There I followed the path. The path lead to an open grove, with the path twisting into different. Before opening his door, she whispered “daddy”. Raising her voice gradually, she called him six more times. No answer at all. And opened the door.Her courage diminished once she was in front of his bed. It would be really easy. He was lying on his back, and had only a thin blanket covering his waist area, concealing his “thing”.Easy, easy, it would be easy. She knew climbing in his bed didn't wake him with after a glass of wine, what to say about a bottle? Easy. All it would take was to slowly.