James Donavin

It was the night of your wedding. Your intended husband was an older man, in his early forties, with gray hair. He was certainly in great shape and attractive. However, you didn't want to marry him or anyone else. He had rules. You were to stay home, cook, clean, and eventually bear him a child. In exchange, you had complete access to his money, cars, and houses. Your father was pleased, he showed no emotion, and your mother was devastated. Your father made millions on this deal. You walk into a beautiful house. On beautiful grounds. It was set on the land and very nice. A large kitchen, four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a lake, a detached six-car garage, and a guest house in the back. There was also a screened-in porch overlooking the lake, complete with two rocking chairs, a table, and a swing. An old beagle lay on the porch. The house was beautifully furnished, and the kitchen was magnificent.