Rusty was about as horny as I'd ever seen her... and rode me like a wild horse. Each time we finished, she sucked me hard again, and climbed on. It seemed to go on for hours, until we finally collapsed. I was just falling asleep, when she asked me if Junior was of the proper mind to help us yet.

The question woke me roughly, though I still had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I started to discuss it. According to the references I had read, pursuing psychology and brainwashing and such, the methods we had used should put him over the edge today or tomorrow. It should bring strong affection for Krista, and a respectful fear for me. But was it working? I got up and turned on the monitor camera to check on our boy in the other room. Being sensible, he was asleep and checking back on the record, had been for some time.

I turned to fill in Krista about it, and she was dead asleep, curled slightly and hugging her pillow, one finger in her mouth. Damn! She had awoken me, then left me to handle things alone. Ah, fuck it!

Walking into his room, I woke him up. "Decided yet?"

Daniel, at first foggy then wide awake, said, "Yes. My Dad is being everything I swore to myself not to be. He is like that at home, too... mean, violent, hurting Mom and me but never laying a finger on his perfect little girl. I HATE him for what he has done to hurt you and Krista and the others, and I hate my sister for being such a bitch. Fill me in on your plans, my part of them, anyway, and I'll go along with you and help. I think we'll need my car from the hospital lot, though."

Telling him to go back to sleep for the night, I locked his door and went back to bed. I woke Rusty and told her, "Yes, he's there, and wants to cooperate one hundred percent. Good night." And went to sleep myself.