Cassandra was happy about that as it usually kept the men at a safe distance even if they still drooled over her. Instead of sports, Adam was an artis...t. He taught himself to draw in fine detail, mostly with pencil, but occasionally with charcoal. He would draw still life scenes, nature scenes, and just about anything else. He never had a model, however, but used a snapshot in his mind as his source. He had a near photographic memory. He had built up quite a portfolio of drawings and was hoping. "You good Josh?" he asked and I breathlessly answered I was okay. In fact Iwas more than okay -- I was in heaven. In a matter of seconds I wassporting major wood and I had to stick my butt up a bit to make room for mydick rubbing against the table.I was hoping Dev didn't notice but as if he was reading my mind he said"That's okay Josh -- erections are perfectly normal -- this area can be apretty active erogenous zone for some men"I'll say! I loved his hands on my ass -- my dick was leaking like. I should hate to see this wonderful young couple suffer because a father cannot let go of his daughter."With that, Wilbury rose and left Maynard alone. For a brief moment, Maynard considered rushing after the old fool, making him pay for the meddling, but then he shook himself. What was it that made him want to shoot an old man? He remembered Elizabeth's letter, her last sentences telling him that other people had views and opinions, too.Still, the old admiral's words gave him fodder for. ..My dad used to send the money to my mom until I'd turned twelve or so. He'd stopped by, just in town for a day, and it was the first time I'd ever seen him, or so it seemed to me. He'd tried to talk to me, but I'd been angry, and the man soon gave up and spent an hour arguing with my mom. He didn't mean anything to me anyway, not really. Maybe he was my dad, maybe he wasn't; he could have been anyone. I didn't care, or so I kept telling myself. After he'd seen us though, seen my mom and how.