" I know. I got your meaning, and I'm fine with it." Within a family, business and work always are a consideration and everyone understands--or they s...hould. I left the compound and returned home. The house was empty. I guess Mom had taken Teri across the road to meet my mother-in-law. I could hear laughter as I neared the kitchen door. I opened it and the three women were having coffee. Teri got up, went to the cupboard, and poured me a cup, just as if she was my wife and had lived here. “I suppose it would be too much to ask for John to take off his clothes? I would like to compare him to my favorite statue, Michelangelo’s sculpture of David,” she inquired.Me: “Not on your LIFE, you little pervert!”Christy: “I love it when you talk dirty to me, John.”Rachel: “CHRISTINE LYNN ADAMS, where did you hear that?”Christy: “Watching some of Dad’s DVDs, the ones he keeps on the top shelf of his closet in the bedroom, behind the old dirty football uniforms that you can’t stand to. Even that is a minefield though, with the dialectical differences in the English that we speak. I feel like such a tourist, even though I'm relatively far from it. There have been moments that I have really regretted taking this job on a couple of days, but it is actually great, and I know that.So far I really haven't made any friends, but I've been asked out already. By a student though, which, yuck. What is it about me that screams slutty professor? Other than the facts that I'm slutty. ?Is this my money?? he asked, pointing to an open briefcase stacked with twenty dollar bills. ?Yes Sir! $10,000 and a $2,000 tip, Sir!? the fag exclaimed. James was satisfied. ?Well, let’s get this over with,? he said, hauling his big dick and balls out through the zipper of his jeans. The fag’s mouth opened wide, salivating. He began crawling over to James’ dangling meat, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was right in front of his God now and started moving to engulf.