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first girlfriend he played a “daddy” to, and after every breakup he always announced that he was done with the age-play lifestyle. “The answer is still no, though. Besides, you know I get off on the ‘mommy’ thing… Unless you’d like a mommy?” she hinted with a mischievous spark in her eye.
    “No,” he told her sternly. “Honey, I don’t even like you on top. ” Charlie was a dominant man in every sense of the word; this she’d always known about him.
    “Your loss,” she assured with a shrug. “Your brother never complained.”
    “Yeah, well, Josh likes it any way he can get it,” he reminded her with a laugh. “But yes, I know that you’re the best at everything you do, including sex. It’s what you’re known for.” He sighed and let the room fill with silence for nearly a minute before he resumed talking. “I’m serious, though. No more ‘little girls.’ I’m through.”
    She kissed his chest, knowing that he felt his heart had been stomped on by Lacey, who was twenty-seven, but had played the part of a seven-year-old who loved sitting on her daddy’s lap or being bent tail-up over it for being a naughty little girl. Charlie had taken care of her, cuddled her, and even dressed her up like she was a doll. He had a serious fetish for age-play, and one of the upstairs bedrooms was packed with toys and little-girl clothes and furniture in extra-large sizes. Charlie also liked that lifestyle to be twenty-four/seven. He didn’t like the girl ever not calling him “Daddy”; once he had a role with someone, he kept it.
    “Well, I don’t know if I’m through,” she said stubbornly. “We’re not all going vanilla just because of you .”
    He rolled his eyes toward her with annoyance. “Fine, you can bring home whoever you want. But I’m not doing it anymore.”
    “Fine,” she said, and got off the floor to walk to the bathroom.
    He sat up on his elbow and watched her walk. “You know how sexy you look with my cum dripping down your thighs?” he asked.
    She gave a snort and threw him a chiding look over her shoulder. “You’re a romantic, Charlie,” she said sardonically.
    Charlie gave a laugh and eventually got up as well. The two watched some TV and drank wine together. Eventually, they watched through the window as Charlie’s brother carried a woman on his shoulder, caveman-style, into his guest house, pausing to give them a thumbs up.
    After that, Charlie carried Liz into his bedroom, just to prove to her that he could still easily do it (despite having five shoulder surgeries). They fell asleep, only awakening when Liz’s cellphone, which she had placed on Charlie’s nightstand, started to vibrate.
    Charlie glared at the clock. “What kind of asshole calls at four o’clock on a holiday?” he demanded.
    “Might be a client,” she sighed, and picked up the call from an unknown number. “Hello?”
    “Um… Hi, Miss Button.” Sophie’s voice was childlike enough that Liz knew it immediately.
    Liz sat up in bed, already alarmed.
    “I’m really, really sorry I’m waking you up this morning, but I didn’t know what time you were getting up, and I pegged you for one of those really early risers so I was sort of hoping I’d catch you sort of not-asleep…” she immediately rambled, sounding more squeaky and nervous with every word.
    “Sophia, what’s wrong?”
    Sophie’s groan sounded pain-filled. “Everything,” she moaned.
    Liz took a deep breath. “What’s everything ?”

Chapter Two
     
     
    “Thanks so much for paying my bail, Miss Button,” Sophie said timidly as she followed Elizabeth out toward the parking lot. “I promise that I’ll pay you back just as soon as I can.”
    Sophie couldn’t stop apologizing. Every time she tried, the air around her would feel like it was strangling her. Elizabeth kept silent. The woman was obviously very upset, and Sophie couldn’t blame her. It was five-thirty in the morning on a holiday weekend, after all. Sophie