He took her by surprise. He was already staring at her when she looked his way. She could not hold his gaze, but she struggled valiantly to regroup the shattered remains of her self-possession while she drew and erased parallel lines with her fork in her mashed potatoes.

The hand that patted hers startled Sue. She looked up to find Dan's mother smiling at her from the end of the table.

"Poor Sue. I think you're too tired for this dinnertime rattle, aren't you? Would you like me to show you to your room? You get my sewing room. I think you'll like it, it's very cozy."

Sue smiled gratefully at the older woman. She knew she had been right about Lucy. In her own quiet way, Lucy knew how to recognize a situation getting out of control, and how to take care of it.

"That sounds wonderful, Lucy. I guess that week on the road is finally catching up with me." As she rose to leave the table, Dan gave her a quick pinch on the ass that told her he knew exactly what it was that was catching up with her-getting the hell screwed out of her several times a day.

Hoping no one had noticed his gesture, she reached for Dan's hand and squeezed it.

"Goodnight, Dan. See you tomorrow." She smiled politely at Luke, who grinned back at her. She began to believe the mental struggle between them had been all in her own mind. He seemed like a nice man, even if he did talk a lot.

"See you tomorrow, Dick. If I'm not up early enough to see you off, have a good day at school, okay?"

It was Dick's turn to blush. Now that Sue was looking back at him, the boy could not meet her gaze. "Thanks," he muttered.

Sue felt her pussy flutter and was embarrassed, just as if someone might have been able to tell what was happening to her. She realized she was going to have to be careful around the Walker men. All three of them had a powerful effect on her. But only one was hers to explore at will.