Daddy was the one to make the call. It was not a long delay, perhaps five minutes. The O’Reillys must have thought their daughter would try slinking... back home pretending that nothing had happened. Mom answered the door, just as they would expect.Both came to an immediate halt seeing Daddy, still in the exercise shorts, showing off his very real legs. They had seen Daddy in the hospital — various other times as well — and had a clear enough idea about where his legs should end.“Whoa, what the. I lay stone still as the woman made love to my breasts, she sat up and unfastened her blouse, pulled it off over her head, a lacy, champagne coloured 3/4 bra covered her large breasts partly. They heaved a little as she breathed, then she let her lips find my chest and nipples again, I reached across her back and struggled to unfasten her bra, she sat up and smiled at me, "Plenty of time for that my darling, first its your turn, " she moved down the rug, lifted my skirt and slowly pulled my. " Play with you?" I asked spinning around on my chair to face her, did she think we were still young kids."Yeah," she said bringing both her knees up to her chin and hugged them.With the short school skirt she was wearing there was nothing of her long legs I couldn't see."How about Doctors and Patients," she giggled, "you used to love to play that with me." Yeah, when we were 5 or 6," I said."But there's so much more of me to examine now," she said and collapsed on my bed and laughed."Yeah. I had involved myself in enough assault cases to gain some distance, but the relentlessness cracked already sensitive emotional responsiveness. Women baffled me and unnerved me throughout my life--including my sisters, my mother, Bess, my ex-wife and other relationships--but I still loved them. I preferred their gender over mine and not just sexually.Glancing at the small square wooden table on the opposite side of the room where my love, the beautiful Indian escort and a parade of victims.