As Mrs Hemlock touched the girl he growled a bit, "No you may not."  He did so love lording his position over Martha.  "Thank you, Martha.  I'm quite capable of restraining one measly little girl by myself."  He stared at the woman's hand as she grasped his new toy.  "And I fully intend on enjoying her moans.  That's the great thing about virgins!  They scream and scream so delightfully.  If I wanted someone who'd just lie there and take it, I'd bend Mother over again.  Look at it this way, dear Martha, it will provide the evening with a certain..."  He smirked and swung his fingers around carrying an unseen wine glass. "ambiance."<br/><br/>He pulled Christine into his legs possessively.  "Now, if you'll excuse us, I do believe there is a dust bunny under my brother's bed.  Which is in need of your immediate attention."  He turned in the direction of the door, surprised his brother didn't come in to take his prize.  His lie had been a paltry thing.  Had his brother not wanted a crack at this sweet little redhead?  It was inconceivable!  He found himself vaguely disappointed at the lack of fight in his kin!