She remained sitting and pleaded, "Robbie, what are you talking about? I used to be your father's wife. How do you expect me to even consider such a preposterous idea?"

"I am done with arguing. You have absolutely nothing else I would be interested in. Either you'll be my mistress, or a better name will be my private slut, or get out and never contact me again."

Her facial expression was difficult to describe. It went from disgust to hate and then to despair. She begged, "Rob, I may get along with $10,000 a month. Can't you spare out of your massive fortune that little money for your former stepmother?"...