My father’s arms draped around my shoulders as he tugged me into his side. I relaxed on pure reflex, melting into his side. His strong arms left me ...feeling safe as I closed my eyes. His hands began to rub down the length of my arm. I thought that my mind was getting wild on me as I felt his fingers slightly rub my breasts. The action became repeated though, and I knew that what I felt was completely true. My front teeth harshly slid into my pink lips as I denied the pleasured noises that were. You start to rub your belly under your shirt and work your way up to your nipples. They start to harden a little as you gently and mindlessly pull on them and from your cold fingers. The man on the t.v.s deep, rugged voice makes you think of me and you start to move your hands slowly down from your breasts and along your belly, tracing designs as you go down like I do. You start to unbutton your pants and zip the zipper down slowly. You wonder what it would be like to have that man on the t.v.s. 24-31: We concur.33: Fine with me. However, don't let your cleverness go wrong, or we'll be aiming the fusion drive at the atmosphere ... Just saying.(Shocked silence)...Begin stored neuronal pattern recovery.Begin nanodesign network.Begin container growth.Activate higher order brain function....1-12: We're going to give it/him a few hundred years local time and see where we're at, yes? What about the actions on planet?24-31: Okay, we have to hold the line on this one. Ethics are so far outside. I don’t know if Maureen and I did a good job or we just got plan lucky because all of our children grew up to be responsible adults able to build lives for themselves. Michael starting working when he was 17 and like his father became a laborer but today he is a foreman who gets paid well. He has a lovely wife and two sons. Patrick was always smart, school was always easy for him. For as long as I can recall he wanted to go to college and he always knew that I never made enough money to make.