Or, maybe they do.Wednesday, we were in the waiting room. Alone. I thought he’d schedule others in, but he didn’t. It was just us. He did admit he... was catching up on some paperwork prior to a short vacation, though.He drew blood, had her in a gown, and did a complete physical on her, to include that little spot I showed her up inside her bottom. Her grunt got his attention. Trying to lighten the mood, he said, in a most unprofessional manner, “That’s what they all say. Then they never call. ? ?Dad does coke?!? I asked, in shock. ?Even I knew that Billy,? Sara sighed to me, ?all those macho acting wiseguytypes that are in the construction business with daddy, and that hang aroundwith him, all have three things in common when they aren't at home; cigars,bimbos, and cocaine. In fact, now that we're all out, the year before last,around Christmas, me and Mr. Colusso's daughter Gina hid out at one of theirpoker games that a girl I know that worked for the escort service they used,snuck. Both of them submerged from the collision and flailed to resurface to the air. His hand rubbed one of her breasts as they rose back to the surface, and he felt her fingers brush against his hard cock. They broke the surface and he found himself so close he was almost touching her. Without thinking he reached out, pulled her to his chest, and kissed her; one of his hands finding a breast and nipple. She struggled for a moment but was very quickly overwhelmed with a series of new sensations that. " She didn't say, but clearly meant, she expected me to be right there when she returned. Mothers! They make the world go round...Having a few minutes of privacy, I checked the time, and called Rebecca's cell phone."Hello," It hurt and thrilled me to hear Rebecca's sweet voice."Hi," I said hesitantly. "You don't know me, but my name is David Sanderson. I'm sixteen years old, and live in Deland, Florida – where Brian kept his boat, the BETH ANN." I took a deep breath and stepped out in faith.