"Sandra told me how you used to spy on her when you were k**s. She also told me that she would spy on you when you were jerking off in your room or in... the bathroom. You didn't know she was turned on the by the sight of your hard cock, did you?" Kelly, that's enough!" shouted Sandra, as she pulled away and jumped out of the hot tub. "I told you those things in confidence" cried Sandra as she stormed off, back into the house. "Don't worry about her, she's just a little embarrassed" said Kelly.. I sensed, however, that there was something special between us. She became the daughter I'd never had. She and I had hugged, and teased, and - occasionally - tickled. Time went on, and before long it was time for Michelle to graduate from high school. We had the usual celebrations, and then the hubbub was over. Time to settle in for Michelle. NOTE: Michelle had played softball for years of her youth - and she was very accomplished. One Saturday, I was home alone. My wife was out for the day,. Staples?"Doctor Adams looked confused and then stepped back and chuckled."Mr. Winkle, these are medical staples. They've replaced sutures in certain situations. It makes the wound heal with less scarring and they're a snap to take out once healing is well along. I'm not torturing you.Bob sighed and relaxed. "Staples!" he muttered. "Maybe I should have just stayed asleep."Doctor Adams looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "Look, I know this is the wrong time to talk about this, but the reason I. Nothing but silence brought about by my own weaknesses. My deepest fear was realized time and again…no one wanted me, for any amount of time. I always fucked up and they always walked away. There was an empty bottle of wine that lay shattered against the locked door. I didn’t know why I had locked it. No one would be coming to see me, to save me. This was my own personal hell, created for and by me. This is where I would live, the monstrosity of pain that I had built on trying to be what no.