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break."
    Rachel Woodling drew a deep breath, her arms at her sides, trying to ignore the lecherous grin of the blond boy lolling against the side of the door. "Look," she falteringly began, "let's be rational about this, please, Heather. I told you last night, I happen to be in love with your father. At least, give me a fighting chance to prove to you that he loves me, too. Is that asking too much?''
    "Oh, sure, I know your kind," the redhead sneered, "You'll probably tell him what we did to you last night and make it look as if we're a couple of sex fiends. He'll get all sympathetic and give us hell, and then you'll figure you're safe."
    "No-it-it won't be like that at all, I give you my word."
    Heather stared suspiciously at her stepmother. "What's that supposed to mean?"
    The tall brunette matron clenched her fists and drew another deep breath, her head high as she looked levelly back at her taunting young tormenters. "I mean, I'm not going to tell him anything. I-I think I can understand why you both hate me, and I'm not quite so prudish as you both may think."
    "I'll say you're not, Rachel girl," young Tim snickered. "Boy, did you ever shake that gorgeous ass of yours when I started banging you!"
    Heather was frowning now, glanced quickly at her brother and shook her head impatiently. "Can it, Tim! Now let's get this straight, Rachel. You mean to tell me you'd dare to show your face in this house after the way we treated you last night, and still make a play for Dad?"
    "I don't have to make a play for your father, Heather. I'm his wife. I married him for better or for worse, and I'm going to try to make it better for all of us-if you'll only give me a chance."
    "I don't get that at all," Heather's frown deepened. "Unless you're just a little kinky. Maybe that's it! Just maybe," she moved mockingly forward, till she stood inches away from the blushing mature brunette, "just maybe you got a real kick out of what we did to you, and maybe you'd like some more, him?"
    Rachel faced the girl unflinchingly, though her fingernails dug into her palms as she steadied herself to confront the redhead. "All I ask for is a chance to make this marriage last, Heather. Please. You see, whether you believe it or not, both you and Tim, I really am very much in love with your father. Just as maybe I think you are."
    "That's got all the earmarks of a dirty crack, bitch!" Heather hissed, her cat-green eyes narrowing. "Are you suggesting that maybe I've got the hots for Dad?"
    "I'm not saying anything, Heather. Except that it wouldn't be unusual for a fine loyal girl to admire her father so much that she would measure anyone who appeals to her sexually by his standards. That's happened for hundreds of years, in case you don't know it."
    "I don't need casebook psychology from you, Mummy," Heather sneered. Now it was her turn to flush slightly and to lower her eyes. "Anyhow, tell you what. Tim and I will give you just a month from today, savvy? And if by that time Daddy doesn't convince us that he's really in love with you and we can't see it for ourselves, we're going to rape you again and then kick your ass out of here. Just so long as you understand it, Rachel."
    "In other words, you want to make a bargain with me?"
    "Yeah, I sure do, Mummy," the redhead jeered. "You know, Timmy said to me after he banged you that he thought it was a real nice piece of Rachel, and if you know German, that's the word for revenge. Well, that's not too bad for a kid, is it, Mummy? So just you remember you've got a mouth. Oh yes, there's one thing more."
    Rachel Woodling was nearly at the breaking point, and she felt her thighs trembling as she forced herself to stand calmly and confront her spiteful stepdaughter. "Go ahead, Heather. I want to be as fair as I can, so you haven't any grounds to hate me as a person.
    "I don't especially hate you or like you or anything else, Mummy. It's just that we've had Dad to ourselves all this time, and he really didn't have to