"Why don't you get on your knees right where you are, faggot? You look best on your knees." He paused and grinned again. "Well, on your knees with my ...dick in your mouth, that is."I dropped to my knees on the wooden floor and looked at him again. His cock was rock hard and poking out of the fly of his boxers. He was slowly stroking it as I watched. My eyes seemed glued to it."I know you like what you see, cocksucker. Why don't you get over here and put those sweet lips to good use? I wanna see. She turned and spoke over her lovely shoulder."By the way, I can't go to her party. I'll be busy that night over at the women's shelter. I believe I have phone duty from five to midnight."I was trained in psychology. I retreated to the realm of the unknowable, to ponder the unsolvable.If you've ever watched TV, or been to an action adventure movie, you have watched, often with glee, as some bad person was blown away, or dropped from a tall building, or whatever. If you had a date with you, she. So, they were ready, right this second."What?" her father asked."This part about Mr. Glastonbury. You can hire him for any reason you want. He will not, however, ever tutor me in anything, ever again. Like I said, White Plains High is non-negotiable."She X'd out several paragraphs."Anything else?" her father asked resignedly."You have the year ending tomorrow. Today is part of this year. So it ends on yesterday's date next year, at the time you first told me of my grounding." Okay," he told. You're pretty enough. Regarding your trouble with the business, don't worry about that. You can keep your business for a while if you like. I'll plump out your capital with my own funds, invest in your firm. Either that or you can sell it and I'll find you a job that will make you happy. You could even be a housewife if you prefer. It's up to you. I would gladly provide for you and let you stay home," Dan offered."Thanks. I actually think that the housewife option makes the most sense. I could.