Back in what once was Washington, D.C., the Mistress had had a DNA test run on herself and the French Chancellor Dorian Valjean in order to confirm her suspicions that he was in fact her father. She was very determined to solve this personal puzzle ever since she noticed the similarities between the sixty-something-year-old man and her son Eddie who was to be the next world dictator. She wasn't sure if this was going to bring her any closer, though. However, she was pleasantly surprised when the results came back and revealed that she had found her living parent in Dorian.

"Sacre bleu!" Dorian cried out when he first heard this. "How could I've never foreseen this?"

"You have no idea, Daddy..." Mistress sniffled happily as she embraced him.

For all forty-eight years of her life, she had been wondering who her father was and whether or not he was alive. But now that she had found him, she seemed like one demon had just been vanquished. It turned out that Dorian had slept with her mother Ambrosia when he was Eddie's age and she was thirty-two or thirty-three, and gotten her pregnant before being run out and threatened with rape charges if he ever came back.

"Wow... okay." the somewhat-elderly man replied bafflingly. "I have another daughter."

The woman wasn't really surprised by this since she already knew he had since married (and divorced) twice and had several children, and was currently married to wife number three.

Suddenly, her mind seemed to flash back to that night when she and the Warden had conceived the twins.

The couple hadn't counted on their date night going south very quickly; well, at least Warden hadn't. As if the inmates rioting wasn't disastrous enough, their employees Jared and Cherice had harshly accosted them on how they were being treated (while drunk on champagne no less) and they had just narrowly avoided becoming William's next murder victims.

As they were heading for Mistress's door, the embarrassment and shame seemed to be getting to them more and more, Warden especially. By the time they had arrived at their destination, it seemed crystal-clear that Warden could no longer hold it all in and started spilling everything out.

"I-I'm SO sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean for this evening to go so horribly. I didn't know they would just riot like that, and I should've known better than to leave alcohol in Jared's reach, and I didn't mean for you to see your ex, and I didn't imagine he would try to KILL you, and I bet you hate me now for not being able to do anything else about it and..." His voice seemed to be quivering as he was trying his best to apologize, like he would be on the verge of tears any second now. As he was going on, Mistress's smile gradually grew before she abruptly pulled him into a kiss and caught him off-guard. After a few seconds, she pulled away and embraced him.

"No one has EVER gone through that much just for me." she mumbled into his shoulder as she held on. It wasn't long before she herself was embraced.

Eventually, they broke away.

"Good night, Mistress." he said when they had let go. He started to walk off, when she stopped and retracted him.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked with something naughty in mind. "Yesterday, you promised me the best night of my life. Plus, if you recall, we toasted to a great evening."

"Well, I thought that you'd-" He found himself interrupted once again when she pulled him into her room and pinned him against the wall. Before he knew it, she began kissing him aggressively and passionately. Whatever it was that made her horny, he didn't really care since at least something good was coming out of this.

"Oh, Mistress..." he moaned while she kissed him. "...that feels nice." It wasn't long before he began orgasming from the kisses.

"Ah, you like that, huh?" Mistress giggled, still being seductive. "Very well. Let's take this higher."

She reached inside his pants and began jerking him off, making him zone out in ecstasy. His orgasms intensified as her hand continued to fondle him down there and make him diamond-hard. His pants fell to the ground at some point, revealing he hadn't been wearing anything underneath. Her eyes widened when she saw this, and the mere sight alone just made her even hornier.

"You alright, baby?" Warden asked in confusion.

"Oh, sorry..." Mistress giggled like a prepubescent boy. "You want to take this even higher?"

Warden shakily nodded his head.

"Okay..." she smiled. "The die is cast."

She allowed him to undo her belt and suspenders and remove her pants, until only her gray panties were left. She proceeded to pull them off herself, and toss them to the floor. Then she slid herself through his manhood, lock and key. With that done, they started to embrace each other again and raising their heart rates and hormone levels. The couple moaned as they humped the hell out of each other.

"Mmm... that's very good..." she moaned while they were still making love. "Keep going, lil' boy. Keep going!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" he cried. "Oh, oh, oh! I'm going to cum!"

And he released.

By the time Mistress had snapped out of her flashback, Eddie had already come in.

"Hey, Mom." he spoke up.

"Yes?" she asked.

"What was in that drink you gave me? It's making me kinda drowsy."

"It was only water, m'boy. Just water without anything like sodium oxybate whatsoever."

"Okay..."

"Now you and Dorian are supposed to be boarding the plane to Tokyo in just a half-hour so please don't wander off, alright?"

"Right..."

Just like that, Eddie was out cold. At that moment, Dorian came back into the room and noticed him lying on the floor.

"Why is he on the floor?" the French chancellor asked.

"Huh? Oh, I just had to make sure he was knocked out before he got onto the plane first." she simply answered. "I'd hate for him to puke his guts everywhere, what with him having motion sickness and all."

Dorian sighed. "If you think it's best for your son... y'know, it's funny. Before I knew about you, I wanted grandkids more than anything. And now, I feel like I could scream since it already came true with him and those twins."

He picked up his teenaged grandson and carried him outside in order to catch the plane when it arrived.