"Try this one now." I turned around again and slid my jeans off to reveal my matching purple boy shorts. I slid the skirt up and fastened the waist. W...hen I turned around, Jeff had taken a few steps closer and put his hands on my waist. "It looks like this stuff fits you pretty good. Do you like it?" "Yes." "Do you want to keep it? "Yes." "Work for it," he said with a big grin on his face as he pulled me close to him and started kissing me, tasting my smoothie on my tongue. He was a great. In the back of our minds ofwhich we were in denial. Was Martin Jr. really our son?Was it Martin’s son.? Or was it Glen’s? The doctoraffirmed that it was a ninety- percent probability thatMartin was always and has always been sterile. To resolve the question discreetly Martin went in for apaternity blood test. At the time DNA blood test did notexist, but a simpler blood test and it proved negative.The Doctor said that it was a 70 percent probability thatMartin Jr. was not my. On her return, he looked up and held one arm out to her and she climbed onto the bed beside him and cuddled up in his arms as they wrapped tightly around her. They lay in silence for some time, he stroking her hair gently and simply holding her to him. She looked up after a little while and smiled impishly."I have bruises Master, " she declared somewhat mischievously. "On my backside. I looked in the mirror."He laughed. "I've never yet known a sub who doesn't check for bruises, not to mention. “I just can’t believe some people.”Melissa stared at her down. “Mr. Fearn not here? Is he still going by street corners seeing if any girls need rides to parties? I hear they’re going to name a crosswalk after him for all he sits with his engine idling in front of them.”She turned around in a huff. Lavi gave Melissa a fist bump. Shortly after that the boring stuff started. Fred avoided looking at me so much I could have had semaphore flags and he wouldn’t have seen me. I voted once on a matter.