”“Okay Dad,” she said, hugging him, “send me a text when you get home so that l know you are okay, l’ll pop over and see you in the morning....��Jack didn’t answer, he had dressed hurriedly and was only interested in getting in his car and driving home.The following morning he was sitting in his armchair in his dressing gown when he heard the front door opening.“It’s only us,” Rebecca called. A few seconds later she and Emma entered the lounge, both of them with worried expressions.“Are you alright. That's plenty to go on. Would you pick out a colour for me?"The small figure leaning against me feels so much like my daughter that I forget.I put my arm around behind her so she can lean into my side. She wriggles and cuddles into my side without interrupting her reading.My little girl sighs and turns a page. As she reads she hums softly and the golden sound of her voice wraps around me like a blanket.I run my hand once down my little girl's side and then rest it casually on her hip. My. You ... are from somewhere else, and would normally be named anathema, I think. But you wear the favor of the Goddess we worship. And so I want to know ... everything."McAllister sighed, capitulating in the face of the man's intensity. "I was a fighting man on a sailing ship, and I was betrayed and sold into captivity. I was sent to Hell on the wings of an eight-pound keg of gunpowder when I refused to take a brand and be sold as a slave to a sugarcane plantation. I escaped from Hell with the. "You know, Rob, I thought it was very cool to have Chris sharing our slut. Maybe we could invite others as well. What do you think?" Great idea. But why not let her be the prize for the team, if your no-good football team ever wins anything?"Karen eyes lit up:"Wow, that would be cool. Just imagine her with all the guys. I would love to see that."At that moment Sharon came into the lounge, carrying a tray with cold beers and coke's. "What would you love to, my dear?" she asked."Oh, you'll see..