“Or maybe you miss Becky,” Mom smirked as my head jerked up. She stayed calm, but her smirk gave way to a more serious look. “Becky and I had a ...little talk earlier this week. She admitted to me that Katie spends every other Saturday with her Dad. She also admitted that she never had any handyman stuff for you to do and that she had given you ‘lessons’ so you’d be a better lover for her daughter. She told me that it continued until she called it off during the trip to the cabin a couple of weeks. I was very good at giving blow jobs. I had been doing it all my life with every man I bedded with, and I wasn’t going to stop now.I took his semi-turgid cock into my mouth and began to suck and bob. Then I felt his hands on my head, urging me to take more of his cock into my mouth. He was certainly awake now and enjoying what I was doing to him. He started making sexy moans and groans. I moved faster and made my mouth tighter, hoping I would soon make him climax as I felt my hunger for his. The cold I feel deep inside my soul dissipates into the warmth growing with every sip of the delicious bubbles. The effects of the alcohol slowly taking away the harsh edge of reality as my minds floats into a word of desire and bliss. A world full of confidence, vivacious remarks, erotic conversation. A world where being me is acceptable, my wicked thoughts seen as ‘normal’, where I feel I belong. My eyes close as my dreams take hold… taking me to this imaginary world. This world that holds my. As an added incentive, Dycke is having his father design and build a new track stadium on school property.’ ‘Great. Now my dad is working for my nemesis. And what may I ask did my dad get for all his hard work?’ ‘Your father received one million dollars!’ Steve yelled, ‘A million dollars!’ ‘Yes Steve, one million dollars. So you see if you attempt to hurt Dycke, I will have to hurt you. I love you son, but I love shopping more.’ ‘It looks like I am just going to have to beat him on the track.