What, in fact, happened, I told her, in as polite a tone as possible, “I’ll try to do better next week,” and left the bullpen headed to the time... clock and then to Mike’s Place. I drowned my sorrows at the local watering hole, giving Sam, the bartender, an earful of work woes.Leaving the joint and feeling somewhat better, at 10:30 — too fucking early, to call it quits, on a Friday night. Getting in my car, I started the engine, slipped it into gear, and wondered what I could do for fun. Driving. It was hot like tea and forced itself down the back of my throat I swallowed as quickly as I could gulping down the hot piss as fast as I could. Good boy she said when she had finished. As a reward you can suck aunties tits. She lifted her dress up and eased each of her tits out of their restraints. I noticed she already had small square of tissue over each nipple. She certainly was leaky I thought. She offered a large round nipple to my mouth and she squeezed. A hot spurt of milk hit my open. You won’t make crude comments about her. You won’t call her names. You won’t tell her that she’s a tease for making you hard by sitting on your lap and not wanting to go any further. You won’t tell her that she’s a slut because she likes what it feels like when her boobs push up against your chest. You won’t touch her in places that she doesn’t want to be touched yet. You won’t make her do anything she’s not ready to do. And you won’t talk about her with your buddies at school and make people. Yes, she had bared her body for Tom Crutchfield but that had been from the bedroom window at a safe distance. And yes, she had certainly allowed her father and Cornelius to take pleasure with her body, but her father having drilled it into her time and again, she reasoned being of his issue, she was his and he had a right to take her if he wanted. Then there was Cornelius, a man she would never have chosen herself, but he, after all, was her husband and, as such, entitled to her treasures.