The oldest ride in the park has the longest line

"Don't you understand, Martha? If you didn't go to that orphanage, then your beloved Jacob would still be alive" Amelia said as her daughter sat in her room in the dark. It had been a week since her husband Jacob had died. "But Mother it was an accident, a drunk driver.." Martha sobbed. "Oh little one, comeback to work. Get out of this room. Take your mind off of your despair" Amelia's words were a salve for Martha's mind. "But ... Mother. What about Marcus?"

"...and 3 days later I was sent off a boarding school. I was 3. I only came home during holidays and my mother barely talked to me. I got shipped off to boarding school to boarding school until I graduated high school." Marcus told Indira. She was horrified, she would see these foul bitches pay.

Ashley Tailor, Marcus’s adopted sister haf been named to new president of Gaines-Darden industries. Their Grandmother and their adopted mother had stepped down. This vacation and road trip had been the fail well.

"Marky, your little cottage will be a bathroom stop and a place to refill our water bottles" Ashley had texted him.

5 days later

Marcus stood on his front porch as they arrived. Indira stood a step behind Marcus in a french maid uniform. He knew they couldn't resist the bait.

First out of the car was Ashley, Marcus’s adopted sister. Tall, thin, athletic, and intelligent. Seemingly the perfect woman but her sole was corrupted by their grandmother. Her long red hair in a ponytail. A pair of skinny jeans and a white t-shirt under her leather jacket.

Next was their mother, Martha. Tall and curvy with her hair in a messy bun. She wore a blue blouse with tan slacks. She didn't look at Marcus once.

Finally, Amelia Gaines-Darden stepped from the car. She was almost 70, with grey hair and green eyes. tall almost 6 feet tall and buxom. With her heath and diet regiment she looked 50. In her prime she was desired by both men and women.

"So, Marcus is this little cottage all that your science could provide" Amelia said then gave a wicked smile. "Can we just move on?" Martha said rolling her eyes. "Marky, I liked your pet. Did you make her at the lab? Or did you find her on the street?" Ashley said then all three woman laughed.

"You will show Indira respect" Marcus growled.

"Oh, you hit a nerve dear" Amelia said with venom. "Let's just hit the road. I want sun, sand, and cute pool boys who like to get tipped other than cash" Martha said calmly.

"Beloved, I can't stay silent anymore. I won't let you insult my husband" Indira said pushing past Marcus.

As the woman looked in anger in disgust. Marcel pressed the button on the device in his pocket and they froze instantly. "Can I use your ... bathroom? It's...been a long trip" Ashley asked no longer focusing on what she was thinking before.

"Indira show our guests to the bathrooms" Marus said with a smile. Indira bowed and led them away. 1o minutes later, the texts flooded his phone. 9 pictures, face, breasts, and crotches. From Ashley's percky c-cups to Martha slighly sagging DD-cups to Amelia's sagging DDs. From Ashley, thin neatly trimmed red landing strip that matched her carrot top, to Martha’s wider rectangle with whisps of Grey, to Martha’s thinning triangle that matched her white hair with her scalloped lips hidden just beneath. Marcus stared in fascination but unable to look away.

"This is the face of your master, you will obey, my every order, without question like it is your goal in life. You will return to me now, no need to get dressed" Marcus said then waited.

One by one they walked to him, their master. Then stood at attention waiting for instruction.

Amelia.

In Amelia's head there was only darkness. "Oh, little flower how I missed you" a voice in the dark spoke. "Warner? But you are ..." Amelia cried "dead? I am my love" the voice said. "Tell me of what I missed" he asked. Amelia told the voice of her husband about everything after his death almost 40 years ago. "We have a Grandson and you cast him out?" The voice asked angrily "she was depressed and I needed her to return to work" Amelia cried. "You had her adopted a daughter?" The voice bellowed. "I needed an heir to run the company" Amelia cried. "It was a mistake to return, I should have stayed away " the voice said. "No Warner please take me with you, I miss you so much" Amelia cried.

In the real world, Marcus whispered into his Grandmother’s ear, guiding her mind. "What would you give to go with him" Marcus whispered "anything ... everything" she whispered. "A sacrifice is needed. To show your commitment. Something of personal importance" Marcus whispered "my... my pearls, they are a physical representation of our family creed. Preserve, strength, and will" her hand slowly reached to her perfectly matched pearls at her neck. Marcus held out his hand and after a few minutes her hand placed her beloved pearl necklace into Marcus’s waiting hand.

In Amelia's head a spotlight appeared and she sat in a full bathtub. "Gran, this water represents your life, your memory, and everything in your black heat. When I pull the stopper and the water goes down the drain. So you too will be gone too" Marcus said standing at the head of the tub. Amelia covered herself, Marcus shouldn't see her this way. He reached into the tub and pulled the stopper.

Out the real world, Amelia's head fell forward. "How are you?" No answer. "How old are you?" No answer. "Ok simple question. What is your name?" Marcus asked. "I ... don't know" she whimpered. "Should I tell you?" He asked. "Please" she replied.

Marcus smiled "Your name is Emma Taylor 32 years old, sister or Marion. You were abused as a child in your homeland of Russia. I rescued you from the orphanage. I noticed your poise and athleticism and sent you to the best dancing schools. What started out as gratitude developed into love and devotion. You live to obey my every wish and desire like it is the most important thing in your life. You are my companion and lover, your shyness holds you back though. After an injury you have retired from your professional dancing career and returned home to me. You remember Indira? My wife. You will obey her like you do me" Marcus said with a smile.

"Now, who do we have here?" Marcus said with a laugh.

"It's me master, Emma... Emma Taylor. It's so good to be home" Emma said with a smile.

"Oh I know little flower. I got you a present. These perfectly matched pearls represent your pledge as my obedient, lover, and companion" he said and slipped the necklace around her neck.

As the pearls touched her skin she smiled. The texture comforted her and bound her to him.

"Now little flower, Indira will take you to get showered and dressed for dinner" Marcus said with a smile. "Yes Master" Emma said then bowed slightly to Indira "Mistress" and Indira led her back into the house.

Marcus watched them go then looked to Martha and Ashley. "One down two to go" he said to himself.

End part 2.