The thumping came again and she looked at the door.Then, to her horror, she saw movement in the window beside the door. A face pressed to the window, and two hands formed brackets around the face as Dub Fisher peered into her kitchen."Doc?" he called. "Are you home?"She saw his eyes move around the room and find her. She saw them fix on her. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth drop open as he realized she was stark naked. Her hands fluttered in a vain attempt to cover three things with only two obstructions."Dub!" she squealed, turning around. She looked over her shoulder to see him still there ... still looking at her through the window."Good!" he called out. "You ARE home!"Angela ran from the kitchen. Thoroughly flustered, she slipped into her robe and then returned. She opened the door two inches."What are you doing here, Dub?" she asked."Mamma sent me with your pay," he said. He stepped back and held out two chickens. He was holding them by the neck and they were both very dead.. " Thank you for telling me, Mom." Angelina got up and went to her room.So this explains the funny feelings I get between my legs every time I see Daddy, Angelina thought. It's because he's not my real father.That night, Angelina was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a silky pink nightgown, reading a book. Her hair was drawn into a smooth knot at the back of her head.There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Angelina hollered.James, her father, stepped inside. "Hey, angel. Your mother told me that you asked about your adoption today." Why didn't you ever tell me I was adopted?"James sat down on Angelina's bed. "Well, angel, we just figured it was better for you if you didn't know." Who were my parents? Do you know?"James sighed. "I traveled to Italy to meet your parents. Your mother was seventeen. A beautiful young girl, named Bianca de Lucini. She was engaged to the son of a Mafia don."Angelina gasped. "The Mafia?"James nodded. "She had a liaison with the.
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