All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 861 - Chapter 870

He carried a saddle and saddle bags, a canvas haversack, and a bedroll, all of which he slung into the luggage compartment. He leaned against the side of the coach and took out a tobacco pouch, rolling a cigarette as he propped one dusty boot against the spokes of the big wheel and surveyed his fellow passengers with idle curiosity.When his gaze happened upon Emma, and found her looking directly at him, that idle curiosity changed. She was sure she did not imagine the glint of appraisal in his eyes. But he touched the brim of his hat and tipped his head politely enough, and Emma had to turn away quickly or Mrs. Avery might have seen.The meal was, like all the ones they'd stopped for so far, a quick affair of smoked pork served on brown bread with butter, coffee made from ground beans mixed with charred and crushed rye grain, milk by the dipperful from a barrel, and molasses pie. When it was done, the few remaining passengers boarded the stagecoach and settled into their by-now-habit

"Yes.""Cal, he had Lu Win's legs up on his shoulders, so she was slung out between him and Bennett, diagonal-like. He had his head in between, you know … um … kissin' her down … down below, if'n you know what I mean."Emma closed her eyes and saw them, plain as day. Two older versions of Jake with Lu Win suspended between them, their erections sticking out silhouetted in the glow from the embers."I know what you mean," she said breathlessly."They didn't see nor hear me, and after a while Cal lowered Lu Win so's he could sit her on him while he knelt there. She was limber as a snake, that gal was, and she just slid herself down Bennett and twisted and arched and bent her back so that while she's sittin' on Cal's, she's got Bennett's way down deep in her throat."She moaned a little, unable to help it."I seen a sword-swallower once in a travelin' circus show," Jake mused. "Made me think of that, seein' what Lu Win was doin' t' Bennett. I wouldn'ta thought a woman could do like that,

Joanna suspects her husband, but is in for a worse shock.Enjoy..******Letterman was on the bedroom television set with the volume turned low when Joanna realized that Rich was muttering thickly in his sleep. He groaned, a sort of aching, needful groan that made her lower her book and glance over.He insisted that he liked to watch the evening news, followed by the late night shows, and got haughty with her whenever she pointed out that he was usually sound asleep before the sports and weather, let alone the opening monologues..Rich was curled on his side, his shoulders a broad beam – still strong and fit at nearly fifty – and his iron-grey hair was an unkempt tuft. He smacked his lips, muttered again, and Joanna was just about to go back to J.A. Jance when her husband distinctly uttered a single word.“Dani,” he said.But it wasn’t the word itself that so riveted her attention. It was the tone. A yearning, low, husky tone.“Dani,” he said again, and rolled onto his back. Bedclothe

A host of inexplicable and awful suspicious were coming home to roost in Joanna’s mind. She felt memories turning over, little things that she hadn’t even been aware of noticing, but that she must have realized on some level. They occupied her the entire time she was at work, and on her drive home later that evening.Dani’s change in wardrobe and self-care. Making herself less attractive on purpose? To avoid – dear God! – unwanted attention?The way Rich watched Dani sometimes, when she was chatting on the phone with her friends, tossing her long hair. The long hair that was now gone, hacked short and swept away in some beautician’s shop-vac. The time she’d seen him standing fixedly at the window, gazing down into the backyard, where Dani and Vickie Anders had been tanning themselves in tiny bikinis.He was interested in Dani. Had been for a long time now, and Joanna hadn’t seen it. Dani had, though. Dani had sensed it, and started doing what she could to try and deflect him. No more

A tugging. The blanket. He was pulling on the blanket. It slid inch by inch down Joanna’s body, dragging the sheet with it. Now her hip was revealed, the hem of the nightie having ridden up over it. Now her thigh as she lay on her side, knees partly drawn up toward a fetal position. Now the covers were gone, and her bare legs exposed to him.He moved, and for a moment the shadow of his jutting erection was enormous on the wallpaper. Her ears – every one of her senses felt almost supernaturally attuned – detected the silky rasp of his robe dropping to the floor.Her fingers clenched in the furry nap of the koala’s pelt. Indignation at this violation of trust brimmed in her. She imagined him arguing that they had never specifically agreed that her daughter was off-limits, that that hadn’t been part of their prenup. Never mind that some things were a matter of simple decency, and didn’t need to be spelled out in so many words!It was as if his gaze were a physical thing, traveling over h