It was three nights later. It was late at night.
Samantha was already in bed, having complained of a vague soreness in her body.
She had been very quiet and unusually subdued and Martha thought she knew the reason why but she wasn't quite sure.
Martha had made herself a drink and had taken it out to the veranda where Cordova was sitting in a chair, looking at the city lights far below.
It was a nice night. Stars were in the sky and there was a pleasant breeze which ruffled Martha's skirt around her legs.
She lit a cigarette and pulled up a chair so she could be close to her lover and driver. She hadn't seen too much of him lately.
"I assume you had a chance to get together with my daughter."
"Yes, the day you went to the beach."
"She doesn't waste any time does she?"
"None at all."
"Were the results satisfactory?"
"I gave her a good ass fucking which may account for her soreness."
"Ahh, it begins to make sense to me."
"She's coming around. I may have been a little rough with her, I'm not sure."
"Nothing too sordid, I hope."
"No, don't worry. I just didn't give her any choice in the matter."
"Did she tease you?"
"As a matter of fact she did."
"Did she get what she deserved?"
"I think so."
"Good. Did she like it?"
"Yes."
"That's even better?"
"I hope you know what you're doing."
"I think I do. I doubt that she'll turn into a nympho. Why? Do you?"
"No, she'll be all right."
"I was thinking of what we should do next."
"That's up to you."
"I have an idea?"
"Let's hear it."