The first day of may never did it seemed.“Daddy, I would like to come for a visit. I haven’t seen your new home yet and it’s time.” Marcy’s ...voice said it over my cell phone.“God I would love that. How long do I have to get the place in order?” I asked.“You can’t get the place in order. I’m in the Jackson Mississippi airport waiting for you. The fiberglass chairs are terribly uncomfortable so do hurry,” she said.“You couldn’t have picked a better time for a visit,” I said meaning it. I meant it. .. better get in the shower."Jack awoke also thinking of his play with Taylor the night before. Just like Taylor, he thought he would like to talk to someone about what was happening. But the only person he would have talked to about such things, other than Taylor herself, was off limits, because that person happened to be Taylor's brother. If it were about Kristi, Jack would have gone to Tommy without hesitation. But not to talk about Taylor.Tommy and Jack got up and dressed, then had. As much as I wanted to take the edge off my aroused state, I knew that somehow my Master would know. He ALWAYS knew, somehow, but it didn’t stop my mind from wandering down that delightfully sinful path of debauchery. Just the process of taking a shower was being delayed because I’d just stand under the warm water enjoying where my imagination led me. By the end of my shower, I had to cool the temperature of the water to snap my mind back into focus. As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed. And we remained like that for quite some time. After that, my father was a reformed man. He gave up burglary. My mother was a happy and relieved woman. She showered praise on me for the change of behavior in my father. My father and I, we took utmost care not to disturb my mother’s make belief. But we went together for grazing the herd and engaged frequently in out-door shootings. On course, my father narrated me all his stories. His prison scenes were very erotic. There was a young boy called.