HANSON

Washington D.C.

Jonas Hanson walked into a bar with the last thing he had heard in the car radio, one of the Zombie's songs, on his lips.

What's your name

What's your name

Who's your daddy

Who's your daddy *

Oh he knew what her name was and best yet who her daddy was, her real daddy - a general.

And there she was so young and beautiful. She had the look of the socially unsure and inexperienced and, hopefully, easily dominated.

A general for a father-in-law, what could be better for his career.

First he'd have to cut her from the gaggle of her friends. She'd need to learn to depend on him, not them, for companionship and advice.

When ever she had free time she would learn to think first of him. And what he wanted and he needed.

And then she'd learn to think only of him, and his wants and needs. Not her career, not her friends, not her family.

She was military, she would learn to do as she was told. It might take time but this mission was going to be fun.

*Time of the Season by Rod Argent of the Zombies