Although Daddy Rock, you can take me to your bed if you want to. Am I drunk? How many of my friends have you fucked, Daddy? Hey mister, do you want to...fuck me? I want to be Daddy's little girl in Daddy's big bed. Can I be my dear, sweet, old grizzly Papa Bear?"Rock knew his stepdaughter was speaking from a 'faraway' world clouded with compromised inhibitions. Nevertheless, he sent the partygoers home and escorted the girl upstairs to her room. This stepparent of a maturing young woman spoke. The minor aches that usually accompanied a quick turn in the med tube were absent. Phantom pain radiated across his chest. His left arm responded to his brain's command to check his abdomen. Dry, taut skin; he felt no injury. Small whispery sounds let him know that the med tube was opening. The lights were dimmed; somebody liked him. What he could see of the room let him know he had never been there before."Commander Mead?" That voice belonged to his second in command, Ensign Kampar.Mead sat. Just after midnight, Julie and her friend disappeared near the bathrooms for the longest time and when they returned, Julie fixed her hair and straightened her top. She had a grin on her face that told the others that she was being naughty. At just before midnight my time, I got a WhatsApp text on my cell phone from Peg. All she said was that "it happened." She and Julie had met two guys and went back to their rooms. Julie was going to spend the night in her beau’s room but Peg's. The one thing that he was very proud of was the fact that even though there had been slaves in his families past, no person of colour worked for him in business or his private life without wanting too of their own accord. He made it clear with all that surrounded him, that people of colour were his equal and he would not treat anyone differently, full stop. Another reason his wife admired and worshipped him even though a few of the garden hands and security men had admired and physically.
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