It was a hard thing for her to tell people, not that there were many who needed to know. Dom, she decided, should be one of those people. ‘My brothe...r was a goalie, like I said,’ she began. He nodded and idly played with the ends of her hair. ‘I went to games when I could, but I was in college, too, and so sometimes his schedule clashed with mine. They were getting into the playoffs, but I was snowed under with work and didn’t get to many games. The team was just flying, though, and Jason was. "May Itouch it?"He looked nervous. "If you want to..."I put my hand around the shaft of the penis, my pinky just behind theflared head, and my index finger almost touching his balls. It feltincredibly warm and silky. Wonderful. And I felt it stir to life. I letgo quickly, like I was scalded.Dan looked down, shamed. "I'm sorry, Danielle, I..."I put a gentle hand on his cheek. "No, Dan, It's okay. It's my fault, notyours." He smiled at me with a gentle, rueful smile. I bent and picked upmy. “Hi, Katie” I heard from behind me one Friday morning at the shop. I turned to fine a smiling young Coed. I recognized her. “Oh, so sorry,” she said as she glanced down at my name tag. “I…I thought you were someone else…sorry,” she stammered. She was embarrassed.“Veronica?” I asked tentatively.“Yes…yes,” she replied, surprised. “I go by Ronnie…are you…you are…”“Yes,” I lowered my voice and said conspiratorially, “I am “Katie”, I added using my fingers for air quotes. “It’s time for my lunch. So when your ready just come downstairs and get some food in you!” She spoke. She smiled as she closed the door and I heard her leave.Her words made me a little feel at ease. She seemed, nice about what had happened, unlike some others I guess, although I had never been caught before, once or twice was close by my mother but never in full swing like I was. I decided I had to get up and face the music, as I climbed out of bed and got dressed.I walked downstairs, and entered the living room..