“So, who we sending off to meet dad? Hey, what’re you doing?” He jumped as Samantha started bumping into his legs. “Whatchu got under that robe, huh?” Samantha asked, rolling around him. “Samantha, leave him alone,” I called. “Come back here.” “But I want to see his penis,” she whined. “Samantha, you little shit,” I said. “Come here, or you can’t go adventuring with us again.”
