1 comments/ 29271 views/ 9 favorites The New Stepmother By: AStropirate Laura Maxwell was in the final year of her teaching degree at St Bruno's college in the Midlands of the UK. The twenty-two year old lived with her father, James Maxwell, Professor of History at the same college although Laura was not his pupil. Professor Maxwell, who was fifty-three, had been divorced from Laura's mother for the past fifteen years. Laura didn't blame him. Her father had come home early and found his wife in bed with the local doctor. It had been the scandal of the day in Rosston. After the acrimonious divorce Jane, Laura's mother, left for Spain with her new found love. When she returned six months later begging her husband to take her back he flatly refused. Laura comforted her dad and as time went on she saw it as her duty to protect him. Nonetheless, Laura encouraged her father to get more social. She encouraged him to join the local bridge club. As the weeks turned to months Laura soon a new vitality in her father. He was happy. It was clear to her that he had met someone but was rather coy about the whole affair and refused to be drawn on revealing who it was. This made Laura suspicious and uneasy but as far as she was concerned so long as her Dad was happy, she was happy. Then one day, out of the blue, James Maxwell announced to his daughter that he was getting married. Laura was shocked at first but then hugged her father. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy for you. Who is the mysterious woman? Don't keep me in suspense," she said. Professor Maxwell cleared his throat and blushed with embarrassment. "I believe you know her, dear. It's Elizabeth Lomax, the local school teacher," For a moment Laura was stunned into silence. "Betty Lomax? Are you crazy? She's thirty-two," stuttered Laura. Again Professor Maxwell cleared his throat. "I realise there's an age difference, sweetheart..." "Age difference? You're old enough to be her father, for God's sake," interrupted Laura. "Laura, we've always been honest with each other. You've always encouraged me to find love and now I've found it," said Professor. "Dad, I encouraged you because you were lonely. I didn't expect you to hook up with a tart looking for a sugar daddy," responded Laura as her anger continued to grow. "Take that back, Laura," ordered her father. "No, I won't and you can't make me," responded Laura. "As long as you live under this roof young lady you'll do as you're told. After all, I am paying your fees. I've asked Elizabeth to move in with us so you better get used to it," replied Professor Maxwell angrily. "Well, that's just dandy!" yelled Laura. Professor Maxwell realised he had just crossed a line with his daughter. "Laura, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded." "Oh yes, you did," declared Laura before dashing up to her bedroom and slamming the door. For a long time Laura just rested on her bed thinking. 'I just can't believe it. Betty Lomax of all people to fall in love with,' thought Laura. The fact was that Elizabeth Lomax turned up from nowhere and waltzed into a teaching post at Hillside Secondary school. Nobody seemed to know where she came from or any part of her past history. She was a woman of deep mystery and Laura felt sure this was not good. There was a knock on Laura's bedroom door. "Laura, sweetheart, you're tea is getting cold." said Professor Maxwell. "I'm not hungry," stated Laura defiantly. "Please, Laura..." "Leave me alone, Dad," demanded Laura. Professor Maxwell moved away from the door and tears began to well up in Laura. What hurt most was that she knew her father was hurting and this time she was the cause. Laura's bitter crying was followed by a shallow slumber from which she awoke several times during the night. *** The following morning Laura showered before making breakfast. Professor Maxwell sat uneasily as his daughter placed the boiled egg and toast before him. He cleared his throat. "Elizabeth will be here this evening. She's really looking forward to meeting you..." "I don't know, Dad. I have a lot of study to catch up on. I'll probably be late." interrupted Laura. She grabbed her bag and kissed her father's head. "Laura, we have to talk about this," Professor Maxwell stated in a frustrated voice. "Must dash or I'll be late. Bye, Daddy," was all Laura said in response before rushing out the door, leaving her father to ponder. "Betty Lomax?" asked Nancy Porter, Laura's classmate and best friend, sounding shocked as she sat with Laura in the school cafeteria during their break. She gave a little whistle. "Can you believe it?" asked Laura. Nancy just shook her head. "There was a rumour going around, alright," Nancy revealed. "What sort of rumour?" asked Laura. "Only that she had her hooks into a professor here. I never thought it was your dad." informed Nancy. "How the hell do you think I feel?" asked Laura, trying not to sound angry. "What's really bothering you, Laura. You're not jealous, I know that. Something is eating you. What is it?" asked Nancy kindly. Laura sighed deeply. "Nobody seems to know where she came from, Nancy. Nobody knows anything about her past. Every time I see her I imagine she has a lot to hide. It just doesn't feel right, that's all." "So what are you going to do?" asked Nancy. "I don't know, Nance. I just don't know. You could do me a favour though," responded Laura. "Anything," declared Nancy firmly and Laura went on to explain. That same evening Laura arrived at the house and saw the strange car parked. It wasn't hard to figure whose it was. After dropping her bag in the hall she was about to make her way upstairs when her father appeared at the sitting room door. "Ah Laura, good." he kissed his daughter on her cheek and continued. "Elizabeth is inside and she would very much like to meet you," he concluded as he ushered Laura into the room. Elizabeth Lomax, who was sitting in an armchair suddenly jumped up. "Laura, darling. It's so wonderful to meet you at last," she said enthusiastically as she hugged the young woman and kissed her cheek. The teacher was over six feet tall. Laura herself was five feet nine but Elizabeth towered over her father who was only five feet six. Her brown hair was shoulder length and her breasts were round. Laura could see that Elizabeth's legs were long and probably smooth. Even she had to admit that Betty Lomax was very attractive. "Well, it's nice to have all three of us together. I thought we'd have a meal in town and..." "No thanks, Dad. I've got things to do and headed out of the room and made her way upstairs. "Laura, Please," pleaded Professor Maxwell as he watched his daughter hurrying up the stairs. Laura said nothing; she just went into her room and closed the door. Professor Maxwell gave it a moment and then went upstairs and knocked on Laura's door. "Laura, please, we should talk," there was no response. "Laura?" Again there was no response. The Professor reluctantly opened the door and was shocked to see his daughter packing. "What are you doing?" he asked with concern. "I'm moving in with Nancy. You were right, Dad. As long as I live here I'd have to accept her and that's not going to happen," she said bluntly. "But Laura, I told you I didn't mean that. We love each other..." Laura sung around sharply to her father. "Betty Lomax is only interested in one thing and that's Betty Lomax. Why can't you see that?" she replied angrily. Her father didn't answer. Laura took her bag and pushed passed him. Then she turned and kissed his head. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be back to help you pick up the pieces," she declared. "There won't be any pieces to pick up, Laura," responded her father defiantly. "I hope for your sake you're right, Dad. I really do but you've got to make your own mistakes. I just hope she doesn't hurt you too bad," replied Laura. She hugged her father. "I love you, Dad. Really I do," she said with tears in her eyes before she made her way downstairs and out the door. *** After a few days Laura finally settled into her new routine in flat sharing with Nancy. It was a strange time for Laura. Ever since her parents' divorce Laura had always felt that she and her father made a good team. They looked out for each other. Now it had all changed and although she wouldn't admit it to Nancy she still worried about her father. Relations between father and daughter were still amicable if a little strained. When they would meet in the corridor of the college they would be civil and even jovial but it was plain for everyone that it wasn't the same. Then one day Laura and Nancy were together in the college cafeteria during lunch break when Professor Maxwell suddenly appeared and walked up to where they were sitting. Nancy stood up. "I've got some errands to run," she said. "Please don't leave on my account," protested Professor Maxwell. Nancy just smiled. "Goodbye, Professor," she said before leaving. "May I?" asked the Professor as he indicated the vacant seat. "I've got Class, Dad..." "Please, Laura, we need to talk," said the Professor as he grabbed Laura's elbow before quickly releasing it. Laura sighed and sat down and the Professor followed suit. "Laura, I realise you're upset and all this has come as a shock. It is probably my fault that I wasn't up front with you earlier. But I do love Elizabeth. Surly, you can see that?" he said. "This isn't about me, Dad. I don't doubt you love her but what do you really know about her?" his daughter asked. "Well, she had a bad relationship and moved here from Durham to make a fresh start," responded the Professor uneasily. "That's what she told you and you believe her?" asked Laura firmly. "Well, yes," Professor Maxwell answered with uncertainty in his voice. He held his daughter's hand. "Please, Laura. Won't you try to get along, just for my sake? Elizabeth really wants to get to get to know you. She's hoping you'll come to dinner next Friday. Why don't you bring your friend?" asked her father in a conciliatory tone. Laura was about to reject her father's offer out of hand but then thought about it. "Alright, we'll see you Friday, then," she replied. "Splendid," responded Professor Maxwell before kissing his daughter on her cheek and making his way to class. "So what had your dad have to say?" asked Nancy curiously as their last class finished. "He invited me to dinner with him and Betty," replied Laura. Nancy gave a slight laugh. "You haven't heard the funny part," Nancy gave a puzzled look. "You're invited too," continued Laura. "What?" cried Nancy. "Oh come on, Nance. You can't leave me on my own with that woman. I need all the moral support I can get," was Laura's reply. A reluctant Nancy just shook her head in resignation. "Your sister, Jackie is working at the 'Chronicle' isn't she, Nance?" Laura asked. "Yes, she is," "I think it's time we did a little digging of our own, Nance." finished Laura with a wry smile. It was Thursday evening and Laura and Nancy arrived back at the flat. There was a large crumpled envelope on the floor with a note from Jackie telling them to be careful. The woman they were dealing with was a very dangerous individual. Laura opened the envelope and began to peruse through the various stories. "My God, it's worse than I thought," said Laura, clearly shocked at what she and Nancy read. "We should warn your father," said Nancy as she reached for her mobile phone. "No, wait. There's more than one way to skin a cat, Nance, and we can have fun doing it," said Laura, with a twinkle in her eye. "You're up to something, Laura. I can see it in your eyes. What is it?" asked her friend curiously. "Trust me, Nance. All will be revealed in good time," replied with a smile on her face and an affectionate tap on Nancy's shoulder.. The house was only a few blocks from their flat so Laura and Nancy walked. They were greeted by Elizabeth who was wearing a green cocktail dress. The meal was good and all tension seemed to disappear. Indeed, there was good humour and banter with all concerned. Nancy was amazed that Laura seemed to enjoying herself so much. Only several hours earlier this woman was virtual poison in Laura's eyes and now they apparently were the best of friends. Then Laura said something that took Nancy by complete surprise. "Two of our classmates have just announced their engagement and we're throwing a party for them at the school hall next Friday. Isn't that right, Nance?" "Err, yes," stuttered Nancy. "Why don't you come along, Elizabeth. You'll have a good time. You can meet some of our friends and get a taste of college life." said Laura. "Well, I don't know..." replied Elizabeth doubly. "I think it's a splendid idea, dear. Like Laura said, you'll meet her friends. Besides, I'll be away at the conference. It would a shame to leave you on your own," said the Professor enthusiastically. "Well, I suppose..." "Excellent, that's settled then," said the Professor. As Laura and Nancy were leaving Professor Maxwell saw them out. He turned to his daughter and hugged her. "Thank Sweetheart. You've made Elizabeth and me very happy," he said, with a joyous tone in his voice. You're very welcome, Dad," responded Laura as she hugged her father before both young women made their way back to the flat. "Are you out of your mind?" asked Nancy when they were a safe distance from the house. "Oddly enough, no," replied Laura. She put her arms around her friend. "This is what we're going to do..." she said and went on to explain her plan. *** That Friday evening a taxi pulled up outside the Maxwell house. It was starting to rain and Laura jumped out with an umbrella and made her way to the door that was opened at once by Elizabeth. She saw the red three quarter length dress Elizabeth was wearing. "Wow, you look well," she said as she kissed the older woman's cheek. "You don't think it's too much?" asked Elizabeth. "Not at all," responded Laura positively. Elizabeth sat between Laura and an amused Nancy. She couldn't believe how sweet and polite her friend was. Arriving at the school hall all three could hear the music. The party was well underway. Laura introduced Elizabeth to some of her classmates. "Elizabeth, this is Mike Harper, a very good friend of mine and a smooth talker with the ladies so I suggest you watch him," Everyone laughed. "Let me get you a drink," said Mike to Elizabeth. "Oh, oh, here we go," said Nancy. Everyone laughed again. Mike, who was in his mid twenties, was, like Elizabeth, over six feet tall and very handsome. Despite herself Elizabeth found it hard to take her eyes off him. It was something that wasn't lost on Laura who gave a slight chuckle. Laura and Nancy went out on the floor dancing while Elizabeth sat and watched. The two young women waved at her and encouraged her to join them. Finally, after much coaxing Elizabeth did join them. She would go back to sip her drink then return to the floor not realising that her drink was being constantly refilled. As the night wore on Elizabeth's inhibitions and her guard began to drop. She was on the floor again in a slow dance with Mike Harper. She had her arms around his neck. "Oh, you are very naughty, aren't you?" she said as she felt his hands grip her arse cheeks. "I am almost married, you know?" continued Elizabeth with a slight slur in her voice and a wicked grin on her face. "Sorry, Elizabeth, It's just that I find you very attractive. Experienced women are always a turn on for me," said Mike apologetically. Elizabeth whispered in Mike's ear. "Oh you're so sweet. It's too bad there's no where to go," "I could arrange something, if you wish," responded Mike cautiously. Elizabeth gave a little giggle. "And what about Laura?" she asked. "Oh she's too busy. She won't even notice us missing," said Mike as he pointed to Laura dancing on the floor. Mike discreetly led Elizabeth out a side door. As he did so, he put his hand behind his back with a thumb up as a signal. He put Elizabeth in a car and began to drive. She had no idea where Mike was taking her but Elizabeth felt a tinge of excitement anyway. When they stopped Mike carried her from the car. Elizabeth felt so drowsy that she took no notice of where she was. Something prevented her from recognising where she was. All Elizabeth knew was that she was in a bedroom. Mike kissed her passionately and Elizabeth responded in kind. "What's going on behind my back," with a giggle as she felt the zipper of her red dress being pulled. "Well, you are experienced. Maybe you can teach me some new moves." Elizabeth laughed. "I don't think Aunty Betty can teach you anything. I think you're very well educated and endowed," she said as she felt Mike hardened cock. She allowed her dress float to the floor, revealing her lacy low cut black bra and matching knickers that were encased by black tights. Elizabeth opened Mike's shirt and the feel of his bare chest was for her, erotic and very arousing. She kissed it while Mike's hands went behind her back and unclasped her bra, which Elizabeth shamelessly discarded and pressed her firm breasts against Mike's chest, making her give off slight moans. What was even more wonderful was when Mike began to lick and suck her breasts in an alternate fashion. First her right, then her left and so on. "Oooh," sighed Elizabeth unabashed as he did so. Finally, Mike led Elizabeth to the bed and she lay down as if awaiting her lover. She raised her bottom as Mike quickly removed her tights and knickers together. When he had finally stripped he joined her on the bed before mounting her. Mike once again kissed Elizabeth passionately before working his way along her bare neck and down her wonderful body. Each move he made with his tongue and lips brought a corresponding moan from the older woman. It culminated when he gently inserted his cock and began to pump. Mike's movement accelerated with each stroke and Elizabeth's body began to react and soon they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. As the moments passed Mike and Elizabeth's breathing became deeper. "Oooh," repeated Elizabeth at regular intervals. Not long after she felt her love juices starting to gather and it was clear that Mike was close too. Eventually both gave a huge sigh of relief and sexual satisfaction. For a few moments they lay together. Mike turned to her and handed her a glass. "A drink?" he asked. "Are you trying to get me drunk, dear?" asked Elizabeth in a slurred voice. "Not at all," replied Mike innocently. Elizabeth laughed and then took the drink and gulped it down. "I've never felt so turned on. If only you could cum again," she said to Mike regretfully. Mike smiled and got out of the bed. "Maybe we can help you," came a young man's voice from the end of the bed. Elizabeth sat up and saw six young men whom she recognised at the party. "Well, hello boys are you all here to please Aunty Betty?" she asked with a drunken laugh. "Oh absolutely," responded the young men, who didn't any forward encouragement as they stripped rapidly and stood expectantly at the end of the bed. The change in Elizabeth was incredible. Gone was the modestly dressed and apparent conservative stepmother. She had transformed into a very naked and very beautiful sex starved nymphomaniac. She crawled to the end of the bed and licked her lips with relish as she observed of their hardened cocks. Without hesitation Elizabeth took one and began to suck. She also took two others, one in each hand and began to hand fuck. Almost at that same moment Elizabeth felt someone climb on the bed and crawl up behind her. The youth adjusted her slightly and inserted his cock into her bottom and started pounding her. The New Stepmother For Elizabeth she was in a drug infused sexual heaven. She sucked cock after cock ravenously, halting only to gasp for air, change partner or sigh deeply with pleasure as her breasts were being massaged. Time after time there was the burning sensation of exploding cum in her bottom. Her hands and breasts were also soaked in cum. Eventually sheer exhaustion overtook Elizabeth and she was gently laid on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep. *** As she slowly woke up the first thing that Elizabeth felt was the heat of the morning sun as its rays beamed through the window. Her entire body ached. Her breasts, vagina and bottom were sore and there was a foul taste in her mouth. Worst of all though was this dreadful banging in her head. It was like a hammer striking an anvil at all too frequent intervals. "Where the hell am I?" muttered Elizabeth as she swung her aching lower limbs to the floor and sat up on the bed. As if answering her own question the misty fog in her eyes began to dissipate and she soon began to realise with horror where she actually was. "Oh my God, I'm home!" she cried. Even worse was seeing her clothes in an untidy heap on the floor at the bottom of her bed. "What the hell got into me last night?" uttered Elizabeth. This time there was no answer because she began to feel sick and after a struggle she just made it to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Elizabeth gripped the rim of the toilet bowl for dear life. When she was confident there was no more she pulled herself up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was utterly unrecognisable. Her hair was like matted rope. Her face was wretched and it was only then she realised she was naked and covered in cum. Elizabeth reached for the medicine cabinet and desperately opened the bottle that contained the aspirin. She took two with a swig of water and then turned on the shower. As she stepped into the shower Elizabeth's body was initially shocked but as it warmed Elizabeth found it soothing. She spent what seemed like an eternity in the shower scouring and scrubbing. When she was finally satisfied she had rid her body of its defilement she wrapped herself in a large bath towel and also wrapped a towel around her hair in the shape of a turban before heading to the passageway that led to her bedroom. When Elizabeth drew near her bedroom she became aware of strange noises emanating from it. She stuck her head in and was horrified when she saw herself on the television satisfying several young men and clearly enjoying it. "Oh my God!" she cried and put both hands to her mouth. What was more humiliating was that Elizabeth recognised the bedroom as the one she shared with Laura's father. "Looks like you had a ball last night," came a familiar voice. Elizabeth swung around and saw Laura standing in the doorway in a dressing gown. "You bitch, you set me up!" she screamed and lashed at Laura with her hands. The younger woman was quicker. She dodged Elizabeth's manoeuvre and grabbed her hands before hurling Elizabeth to the bed. "You stupid arrogant cow. It didn't take much to bring you down, believe me. You were your own worst enemy. What did I tell you?" replied Laura. Elizabeth looked at Laura blankly. "Not to trust Mike Harper. You couldn't keep your eyes or your hands off of him. Don't tell me that was staged," continued Laura. Elizabeth, loath as she was to admit it, knew Laura was right. Even though she was sure her drink had been spiked, she had been very foolish and careless. "When your father finds out..." "When my father finds out you'll be out on your ear so fast you won't know what hit you," interrupted Laura. Elizabeth gave a slight laugh. "I think you underestimate your father's forgiving nature, dear," trying to sound smug. "And I think you overestimate it, Elizabeth or is it Annie Woodrow, Paula Lawton or whatever," responded Laura. "I don't know what you're talking about," said Elizabeth, trying to plead innocence. "Don't take me for a fool. I know all about your scams. Preying on emotionally vulnerable men and then fleecing them dry. Did you seriously think I was going to stand by and let you do that to my father?" asked Laura with venom in her voice. "You can't prove any of this," responded Elizabeth angrily. "I don't have to. When Dad finds out you shared his bed with the college stud you'll be sorry you ever met him," answered Laura. "What are you talking about?" asked Elizabeth uneasily. Laura didn't answer. She simply picked up the remote and Elizabeth saw herself once again on the TV. This time she was clearly in the throes of sexual passion with Mike Harper in her own bed. The next clip showed them wrapped in each others arms sleeping. "What do you want, Laura?" asked Elizabeth with the sound of defeat in her voice. "What do I want?" replied Laura sounding surprised. "Oh come on, Laura. Everyone has a price, even you," Laura was amazed at this woman's boldness. However, what she did next took Elizabeth completely by surprise as she stepped forward and whipped the bath towel from her body. Laura discarded her own robe, displaying her naked body to Elizabeth for the first time. Before the older woman had time to react Laura mounted her and kissed her moist lips with passion. What really aroused Elizabeth though was that in contrast to the young men she had been fucking, Laura's body was silky smooth and warm. "Ahh," moaned Elizabeth as Laura began to suck, lick and nibble her right nipple. There was a similar response from Elizabeth when Laura worked on her other breast. Elizabeth was surprised at her pleasure as Laura worked her way down her waist. She couldn't help releasing sigh after sigh at the young woman's gentle tongue action. Elizabeth's pleasure culminated in a huge orgasm when Laura plunged her tongue into Elizabeth's pussy and explored her clit. Without hesitation Elizabeth turned the younger woman over and copied her every action that eventually resulted in huge orgasm for Laura. Both women rested for a few moments and gathered their thoughts. Then Laura got up and slipped on her robe. Elizabeth rested her head in her hand looked up with a smile. "You're an amazing girl, Laura," she said. "Thanks, you're pretty special yourself. Now, get your arse out of that bed, out of this house and out of my father's life," ordered Laura. "But I thought..." "I know what you thought. You're good but not that good. Now get dressed and pack your things. I'll have a taxi waiting to take you wherever you want to go," said Laura firmly. A short time later Elizabeth descended the stairs with two suitcases. Laura stood at the opened door as if she was an official usher or doorkeeper. Neither woman spoke as Elizabeth passed Laura in the hall. Laura stepped out into the terrace and suddenly spoke. "Oh, just one more thing," she said. Elizabeth turned around. Whack! And Elizabeth crashed to the ground feeling her jaw where Laura's fist had struck it. "I wouldn't bother turning up at the school on Monday. You'll be out of a job by then," declared Laura with satisfaction. "You fucking bitch!" screamed Elizabeth angrily. "It takes one to know one, dear. If I were you I'd hurry to the taxi. The meter is running." The taxi driver had seen Elizabeth falling to the ground. He knew better than to interfere between two women. He was content to sit in his cab and chuckle. "Goodbye, Elizabeth, or whatever your name is," said Laura before promptly turning around, enter the house and close the door. "Gosh, that felt good," said Laura behind the closed door and rubbed her hands with glee. *** "Elizabeth? I'm home," cried Professor Maxwell as he dropped his briefcase in the hallway late on Sunday evening. "Elizabeth?" he repeated when there was no response. "In here, Dad," came Laura's voice from the kitchen. "Laura? Where's Elizabeth?" asked Laura's father as he looked around in vain. "You better sit down, Dad. I've got some bad news," said Laura and relayed to her father the whole story. "It's incredible, unbelievable," declared Professor Maxwell as he sipped the brandy his daughter had poured for him. "Is this true, Laura?" asked the Professor, who seemed to be in a total daze from the shocking revelations. "Unfortunately it is, Dad. I only found out yesterday," responded Laura anxiously. "I wish it wasn't but it is true," she finished. "This is too much. I need to lie down," said the Professor in a weak and saddened voice. Laura fought hard to hold back her tears. She took no pleasure in seeing her dad like this and she was concerned for him. Anxiously, Laura supported her father as they made their way upstairs. "I'll bring you up some tea later," stated Laura compassionately before gently closing the door. When Laura came up with the tea he found her father still sleeping. She gently shook him and he sat up and accepted the tea gratefully. "Thank you, dear. You're a wonderful daughter," he said as he sipped the tea. The Professor finished his tea. "Thank you, Laura. You look tired. Why don't you go to bed. I'll be alright. I promise," said the Professor reassuringly. Laura nodded and kissed her father before making her way to her bedroom. *** Laura woke with a start. She looked at her clock on her side table. It was just after two in the morning. Then she heard strange sounds like someone crying coming from her father's bedroom. Laura got out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown and headed for her father's room "Daddy, are you ok?" she asked as she tapped gently on the door. There was no answer. Laura gently opened the door and saw her father curled up and crying. It was a strange sight for Laura. Her father had always been cool and collect. She had never seen him like this. Then she heard the TV and it was clear what had upset him. The picture of "Elizabeth Lomax" was displayed and the report stated that this woman, who had several aliases had been arrested earlier in the day on several counts of fraud and deception and at least one bigamous marriage. Laura switched off the TV and then went over to comfort her father. "Oh, Laura. I should have listened to you. I'm so, so sorry," said the Professor as he wept bitterly on Laura's shoulder. Seeing her father so distressed brought tears to Laura's eyes. "It's alright, Daddy. At least you didn't marry her. It could have been an awful lot worse," she said compassionately. "I really do pick them. Don't I?" asked the Professor, still crying. "We have each other, Dad. That's all that matters," responded Laura. Professor Maxwell looked at his daughter. "You're a good daughter, Laura. I'm very lucky to have you," he said and kissed her on her cheek. Laura just smiled. "Move over, Daddy," she ordered and she got in beside him after discarding her gown. "Goodnight, Daddy," said Laura. "Goodnight , Laura," said Professor Maxwell. Father and daughter held each and soon fell asleep cradled in each other's arms.