No, Hurst had wanted French gone so that he could protect himself. Hurst had too much going for himself to allow a mistake from his past to come blast...ing into the present and expose him for the creep he was. Aidan wondered what else Hurst was hiding. Hell – if he could hide the fact that he had a daughter, he could hide anything. In fact, what was real about him? Which persona was the real Patrick Hurst? Did such a man even exist? Will the real Patrick Hurst please stand up? he thought. At 5:15 sharp, I stood outside the door of Sheila’s office with two steaming cups of coffee. Martha from the kitchen prepared the commander’s coffee to the leader’s liking. I noted the recipe, black with a splash of cream and a dash of sugar.“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled under my breath as I rapped on her door to the beat of shave-and-a-haircut two-bits.“Very cute, come in and take a seat,” a naked Sheila said as she motioned me to enter and waved to the chair by her desk.“I’m taking a shower,. You know what else she likes?My big young dick.Dude, when I tell you how it all came about you're probably gonna want to kill me. But I felt I had to tell you....because I gotta be honest, I don't want to stop fucking her when you get back from school.It really was innocent. One morning she said her shitty old Toyota wouldn't start so II gave her a ride on my Harley to the bank and the post office. She'd never ridden on a bike before and I think she really liked it.I mean she really liked it.. Once she knew, she was hooked. Overcome with guilt at her almost constant need, Elaine became convinced she had a medical condition. After reading some articles online and books she’d found in the college library, she discovered she was not abnormal. Just rare. She was, as the books described, simply ‘highly sexed’. Somewhat reassured, over the following months Elaine trained herself to remain quiet and to rein in the passion her fingers seemed able to induce. Unfortunately, orgasms.