With the DSL, we don't really need it."She scowled at me, "All of my e-mail goes there." I know," I said, "and it looks unprofessional. I have a mail ...server here. I could set you up with an e-mail address there."I could see the gears working for a few seconds before she said, "Corbin, you know I hate when you lord your vast technical knowledge over me." I know, dear," I said meekly, "but, I also know how you hate to waste money and it's costing us more than two hundred fifty dollars a. With a surprisingly gentle touch, the Doctor began to move his lubricated hand up and down the valley between her ass cheeks. Only after a few seconds did he begin to focus his attention on her small, tightly closed anal orifice. Initially, his fingers traced a pattern all around her asshole, never actually touching it. His purpose was to thoroughly spread the lubricant around while getting Sarah to relax a little. After applying a second coat of massage oil to his hand, he took his middle. And they did. But I had shaken his hand and said what I needed to. It was enough.The sorrowful son of a mathematicianMy father got a doctorate of mathematics at a large mid-western university, where he met mom who was studying chemistry and got her bachelor's of science degree. Like the boy in that tale of Asimov, I also had a sister. Basic nuclear family in the atomic age. Intellectual genes perhaps, but in the Junior year of High School I was flunking Algebra II. I had gotten C's in Algebra. I tell you to go put on your sexiest outfit and wait for me on your knees in the bedroom. You quickly change into some sexy lingerie as I begin to light the candles all around the room. You come to me and get on your knees as I finish lighting the candles and bring a bowl of ice from your freezer into the bedroom. I grab your chin and raise your head to look at me in the eyes. "You're going to look me in the eye while I collar you. And once you're mine, so is your attention. So when you look at.