<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/>While giving Justina a back massage, Abby eyed the other people in the room.  If not for her long chats with Marcus at the diner, Abby wouldn't have known what to make of the people in this house.  Audrey seemed paranoid to the max, afraid that Abby was a threat to her well-oiled world.  But from what she had learned from Marcus, Audrey had probably learned that paranoia from Grace.  Job security was a fragile thing around that woman.  Sleeping with the boss seemed to be the only way to keep a job around her.  Which was probably why Marcus was disappointed in her.  For all his failings, he never seemed like the kind of boss who slept with his employees. Which was why Abby knew Justina's child wasn't his.  Yet Grace behaved around Justina as if she had her doubts.<br/><br/>Abby had figured out Rikkie very quickly.  The small boy who had helped his mother, the maid, around the mansion was now a maid himself.  And a woman.  How much of a woman, she didn't consider any of her business.<br/><br/>Lucia was born from money, so Abby had to assume she was here out of respect to Marcus more than an expectation of additional wealth. Justina had her own business, so she too was probably here more to pay her respects than to see how much she had inherited.<br/><br/>Grace and Greg had their own businesses as well.  But they were here more out of obligation than respect.<br/><br/>Abby assumed that the new arrival with Grace was Ethan, the prodigal nephew.  The flashy silk suit screamed Hollywood, even in the absence of any movie successes.  He'd be here purely for the money.<br/><br/>Then, there was Karl, at the present talking with Audrey.  Abby had a feeling she was the subject of their conversation.  She began to realize that exploring the mansion might have sent the wrong signals.  Like maybe she was expecting to inherit it.  The last thing she wanted was the responsibilities of a big mansion.  Even with servants, it was more than she wanted to deal with.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><b>"Mmm, I know this is probably gonna be awkward, but can you massage my belly?  Sorry...I...Its just a little tense."</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Justina's voice broke into Abby's thoughts, forcing her to refocus on what a doctor had once told her.<br/>
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"Would it hurt your feelings if I said no?  Massaging your belly could induce labor.  A licensed massage therapist could probably do it, because they would know what pressure points to avoid.  But I'm not a licensed massage therapist.  I'm just a waitress forced into the role of midwife."</span>