" I smiled at him, leading him by the hand like a little boy.I put him in bed, pushing him down with my hands, into his bed. "I'm not going anywhere, ...addy. Never again, I promise. I'll never leave you again."I got on the bed with him, knowing I was tired too. I curled up with him, not undressing, nothing like that. Daddy put his arm around me and I turned on my side, my face against his chest, in the warm spot beneath his underarm. I put a hand on his chest, on his bathrobe, feeling the soft. Erika and Wayne were at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Even though the spy camera was in the living room, the kitchen was still visible. Wayne started telling his daughter inspirational stories about successful businesswomen but the conversation soon drifted to Wayne's youth. Wayne was quite a rebellious boy when he was little. Erika smiled and laughed when she listened to Wayne's childhood stories, but after her father left to go to work, she crawled up on the couch all by herself and. One evening, there was nobody at home except mother and the baby and myself. Mother asked me to sit by her side and said ” Ajit, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby”. I was scared out of my wits that mother knows what I am doing. I could not say anything. But mother continued, “Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed”. She did not say what changed the milk. “Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?” I was extremely. Peterson, Saffy prefers it like that, it keeps her dry between her legs.”“Trisha, stop it.” I said.“Yes it does get quite hot in here, we don’t want you getting all sweaty, that will mean more bed-baths.”“Pay a lot of attention between her legs Mr. Peterson, girls need to be very clean down there.”“Trisha, stop it.”“I imagine that they do, can I get either of you a drink?”“I’m fine thanks daddy.”“Could I have a juice please Mr. Peterson? And Saffy will have one as well please, we can’t have her.