Price always took care of you, spoiled you relentlessly. You got whatever you wanted. All the time without fail. Man had money, and he loved to spend it on you. He never even paid attention to anyone else. But you. You were his princess.

He sat back in his chair, a cigar on his mouth, and he spread his leg and pat his lap. "C'mere Princess, let daddy see that new dress." His deep rough voice said.