”Bob nodded in agreement and made the eggs the way they liked them, sunny side up for his wife and over easy for himself. Paige was assigned toast d...ties. Fuzzy was assigned crumb patrol on the floor, and the tiny gray kitten began exploring her new home. Paige commented that she would be weaned in a few weeks and be able to be left on her own then, and that she could then go out and find a job. Bob’s only reply was that she was earning for two now, her and Fuzzy.After breakfast, Paige went. "I suppose he never came back." My wheels were turning. "Where was his home?" "A place called Ithaka." I stared at her. "How did he become your Master?" "He stole my jar from Paros of Troy, who stole it from Agamemnon King before that. They fought a war over me." "You were Helen of Troy," I said softly, staring at her in wonder. "Yes. They called me that." "They say you were the most beautiful woman who ever lived." She shrugged. "I am," she said simply. I just stared at her. "For that, and. Striding to the back bedroom, he let her down, allowing her feet to touch the ground before he pushed the dress completely off her shoulders. Shrugging his shoulders out of his shirt, pushing his shoes off with his toes and dropped his pants to the floor. In his eyes she was the most beautiful creature; her eyes sparkled with need of him sent maddening desire shooting through him. Her body flushed with a soft pink with her demands. He wanted to be gentle as he lay her down on the bed, but knew. I do."We sized the locket shots for printing and cutting. She liked the second of the two. "So romantic, don't you think, Dad?" "I love your profile. I can see your lashes. So pretty."Next was our kiss. The first viewing of that photo actually startled me. It was very dramatic to my eyes then, less so now, my salt and pepper head kissing her youthful face. "Send me that one, Daddy." I emailed it to her, then deleted it from my email. Next came the titty-squeezing sequence. "Oh, Daddy, you look.