There was just one more question that required an answer. “Suze, do…do you…still enjoy having sex with me?” “Good god, Jeff, are you kidding...? Daniel does me one way, one position, one time and then he leaves! We’ve never spent a night together. I haven’t even allowed his tongue in my mouth since that first time. Once I get my ‘fix’ I just want him out of there. The mere thought of waking up in the morning to his smirking face makes me ill. He just popped into mind when I was playing your little. Logic fled in that moment as he paused, staring at the little girl's perfectly round ass, her jet black hair, done in twin pig-tails, the colour of shining night, the soft skin of her naked legs beneath her cut off shorts wrapped around a pair of legs that seemed used to soccer or perhaps hiking.Staring, unable to stop, he felt his heart race; a sudden erection throbbing uncontrollably in his pants, the man dropped his briefcase. Not noticing the soft thump against the carpeted floor, the girl. I guess I got a brain or two from her.” He sighed and shook his head.Wilma watched his face and the changing of his expressions and she could sense the difficulty he was having trying to deal with something that obviously had disrupted his life in some way, no matter what he said about the ‘‘perfect” family that had adopted him. For some reason that she couldn’t quite decipher, Wilma reached out and took hold of Eric’s hand as he shared his story. She almost wished, for just a second, that she. Despite her comforting words last night, I was miserable. I missed the fun times I had had with Sarah, but right now, she was the last person I wanted to see. Not after the way she had treated me. Not after saying that I wasn't as important to her as all the stupid possessions she was going to have at her new house. So I wouldn't allow her to talk to me. If she came over to babysit me, I wouldn't let her in the house. If she called, I wouldn't answer the phone. If she banged on the front door.