Lumina slept fine through rain. Even through the most intense of thunderstorms and the brightest of lightning, she could stay in deep sleep throughout the night. It was at that quality of many that she and her recently wedded husband had differed.

Rock believed himself to be one for solutions- and one thing that served as a solution for not being able to sleep was jacking off. When that didn't work, Rock tried jacking off again. And when it failed to work a second time, he groaned and rose to his feet and quietly moved from Lumina's room to the first floor of the villa, and into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and helping himself to a sip of water, he felt movement behind him.

At first the pale arms snaking around his waist shocked him, but when he realized who was touching him he grinned behind his expensive glass. "Sebastion would have lost his job if he did this to his master."

A low, seductive giggle emerged slowly out of the body behind him and seemed to ooze out over Rock's body, like melted chocolate out of an expensive candy. "Then whatever is it that you want," the same low, yet feminine voice inquired as her hand reached down to her partner's crotch, and only after she had the boy right where she wanted him, moaning and breathing hard from her experienced touch, did Muffy finish her sentence. "Master?"

The blonde bombshell had excused herself from her position as a bartender after Griffin married. To be living in the same house with her ex boyfriend as well as boss and his wife would have been beyond awkward. So she packed up the few things that she had left and turned to Romana, who was the kindest person she knew. The kind old woman had lost her faithful butler, Sebastion, around the same time that Muffy's one-drunken-night-fling Jack had died, about fifteen years ago, and was in need of a new helper. Muffy jumped at the chance to become the maid of the house, and was given Sebastion's old room. Though creepy, it was indeed comfortable.

"On your knees." Rock had ordered nearly breathless, and the maid squeezed herself in between Rock and the faucet to sink slowly and seductively to the floor, and unclothe his hardened shaft and take it into her mouth.

"Damn…" he whispered as his eyes slammed shut. Rock had come to the ultimate conclusion that this woman had no gag reflex. Almost unconsciously the boy began to thrust into her mouth, and he felt the blonde start to use her teeth. He cried out loud at the feeling, and then took every amount of energy in him to keep his mouth closed- he did, after all, have his wife upstairs.

When this scandalous affair first started, he felt guilty, and, even if it were slight, disgusted with himself. Were Romana still alive, this wouldn't be happening… or perhaps not at this intensity, or this certain place, where she could hear them… hell, who was Rock kidding. It was the old bat's fault for even giving the two the opportunity to interact, for before Muffy took her job as a maid, Rock and Muffy had talked maybe twice. He had always found her amazingly attractive, but considered her very much out of his extensive league (which was a harder thing to admit then anything else) not to mention she was always with Griffin.

Romana had passed about three years after Sebastion and Jack had, and when she had, it seemed like the entire town was going to lose it's mind. She was considered the matriarch of the valley, and to lose such an influential person put the civilization as a whole on hold. A funeral service unlike any other that Rock had seen, and the intensity of everyone's emotions was almost laughable. But Rock, as he rarely did, kept to himself and stood by his wife's side.

The blonde man muttered a raspy "God" and shot his climax into the back of Muffy's trained throat. She swallowed it expertly and rose back up to face Rock. "Shall we continue elsewhere?" he whispered, aroused as hell and breathless. Muffy looked over Rock's shoulder and slinked her arms around his waist. "Sure… shall she join us as well?"

He slung himself from Muffy's embrace to turn from the sink and look to who Muffy was referring to. Sure enough, a female was standing in the doorway, tired and stoic.

"Clara." Rock breathed, relieved. "I thought you were your mother."

"No." was all the pre-teen said. "Not this time."

Rock observed his daughter carefully, knowing that he could trust her with this secret but also knowing she could be a very deceiving. After all, she had kept it hidden for the five years that she had known. But then again, he had seen some of the damage she could cause with what Rock was almost certain was more intentional then a slip of the tongue. She reminded him of a quieter, female version of himself, what with her blonde hair that slipped around her round face and into a clean cut right at her neck, parted in the middle usually sporting a headband or ribbon.

"Why are you up, Bell?"

As she always did, Clara cringed at the overly affectionately murmured nickname. Muffy tried to pull a seductive, sweet smile on the thirteen year old and she felt her face flush. This was starting to get very, very old.

"I was thirsty."

"Really? So was Papa." Muffy replied. Rock glanced at her and then at his daughter. "And so was I… but not for water."

Rock took this as his cue to leave and return back to his bedroom. Clara could fend for herself… usually.

Clara tried to ignore both Muffy's antics and her father's cowardly exit. She reached for a glass… unknowing to her the same glass Rock had grabbed to get a drink a moment earlier… and turned on the tap, Muffy watching her every move.

"You're adorable." she whispered, reaching for a lock of the child's short blonde hair to put behind her ear. "You resemble your papa very, very much." the older blonde leaned over a traced a line down the girl's cheek with her fingertip. The touch made the younger woman blush a deep scarlet and leave the sink with the water still on, in a desperate hurry to get out of that room.

But Muffy would have none of it.

The maid grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her back forcefully, causing the blonde preteen to drop her glass and have it shatter on the floor, loudly. Clara didn't… couldn't… wouldn't scream or cry out. She knew what this was about, and she was well aware that a way out of this was available. But she couldn't win by leaving the fight, she had to win fair. Fairness, equal victory… it had to be done. It was a crucial part of her.

Muffy grabbed the other girl's chin to face her directly, digging her nails into the child's cheeks. "Listen to me." she whispered, keeping a lazy but fierce gaze on the child. "You? You're nothing to that man." Clara couldn't turn away. This was her punishment… this was the sermon that she needed to hear for salvation. "Rock doesn't give two shits about you, girl. And I'm not saying that he cares about me, either. Or you're damn, spoiled, sick as hell mother."

Why didn't this sting? Why didn't this hurt? Why didn't she fight this?

"But I've had two men that I've loved very, very very fucking much taken right under my nose. And I wont have the third one serve the same fate."

Muffy roughly released the girl, but Clara didn't move from her spot.

The older woman saw that the pre-teen was making no move to escape and released a low, menacing chuckle. "You know the punishment for running your mouth. You've known it for five years."

Clara started to feel light-headed. "And I've kept the secret for five years." She turned away to exit the kitchen, but just as she was about to step out the door she spoke once more.

"I'll find a way to win this fairly." Muffy raised an eyebrow to the back of the girl's head. "Without the help of Mama. Or God forbid, Papa."

Muffy's eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as she took in Clara's seemingly threatening words.

"This war between you and I. I'll be the victorious one in the end."

And she left.

She walked slowly to the staircase, but once she was out of Muffy's eyesight she broke into a sprint up the stairs. Hearing the thundering footsteps, though, Muffy cackled loudly as the lightning shone through the windows like a cheap horror movie.

The child peeked inside the cracked door of her parents room- it was there that true hopelessness lied in human form of her father, who had his head in his shaking hands, hearing everything from the shattered glass to the loud laugh of his mistress, knowing he could do nothing.

And there next to him laid her ill mother, who had stayed sound asleep through everything.

Hope you liked that one. Wonder what Lumina feels she deserves all this mistreatment for?