Foreword
"So ... you've come to live with us, have you my dear?"
The man peered at her from behind his desk. There was a monocle jammed into one eye, although it seemed to be for no purpose, as he kept that eye closed.
"Yes ... I have ... I mean ... I seem to have."
"Veil ... " he said in a thick German accent, "I'm so very glad. You'll be more than velcome here. This is my house ... now it is your house ... do you understand. You are to consider yourself part of the family."
"I'm appreciative ... but, not to sound ungrateful, why?"
"Mmmmmm? Why? Why what?"
"Why me? Why are you granting me all this?"
He chuckled.
"Dear girl, you will be shown all things, in time. For now, you should make yourself at home."
"All right, Mr.-"
He held up his hand.
"No. No." She could see the light glistening off the surface of his totally bald head. "Daddy. You should call me Daddy."
"All right, Daddy," she said. Then, Oliver Warcrimes, richest man in America rose from his desk.
"And now, Anna, I would like you to take off your clothes."