Vivian caught the flash of anger in Lloyd's eyes as she whispered her confession.  At first, she thought he was angry with her.  What a whore he must think she was, to let Father test his company's toys on her.   Her heart stopped as she thought the he surely would dismiss her now from the only home she had ever known.   But as he spoke more, she realized that no....it was Father he was angry at!  She couldn't allow him to stay mad at Father...even it if caused him to think less of herself.<br/><br/>She reached up and held his hand as it cupped her chin.  "Please, Lloyd.  Don't be mad at Father.  He never made me do anything I was uncomfortable with.  He always asked.  He never hurt me.   And I would have done anything to help him," she pleaded.   She looked at him...trying to gauge his reaction and if he believed her.  She wasn't able to tell either way, as he had already changed subject to asking about the the sleepover.  She couldn't help but blush again, at the thought of sleeping in Father's....no Lloyd's room now.   She was about to answer that that might be nice when the knock on the door resounded through the mansion.  She looked down at her watch.  It must be the executor.  She sat there waiting in silent apprehension as to what the will itself would say.