He flinched and tried to reach to rub the area with his hand.Goddess pulled it away and back to his side. "I do not like erections orsemi's. Understoo...d?" she stared at Steve. He just nodded, daring not tosay anything. The combination of the liquid feed, the humiliation andthe smack again caused him to urinate, this time falling onto thepolished floor."Oh dear oh dear, we do have a problem don't we?" Goddess said in ademeaning tone, directed at Steve. "First, to show my displeasure ad. He and Jesse are the only two men ever to know me in a sexual way.Ah, you say, who is Jesse? I'm sure that you've read about him, under various names, in dozens of stories on this website. For example, CAB DRIVER'S DAUGHTER or ITS TIME TO MOVE ON.I have a vague recollection of my birth father. I remember him as handsome and sweet, but maybe my mother just told me those things. I clearly remember my mother getting hysterical when the police came to the door and told her that my father had been. She decided that she wanted to do some shopping and visut local museums. We had already decided to get a room in town and stay till Sunday. She decided to Uber around while I was taking care on my stuff. Dave and I had agreed to meet at a motel in the early afternoon, which left me time to head to the dealership for an oil change. That was done quickly and I headed to the motel to get ready. Dave and I had been chatting for sometime, sharing vids, stories, and pics we found while discussing our. There was a lot of boisterous, good-natured lamentation at my departure and worry that they’d be deserted. John’s eyes stayed on me the whole time, hungry, pleading somehow. I assured them that another waitress would be taking over and that she’d do a good job and said good night. I took care of all my last minute duties and clocked out. The cold, damp air felt good on my face as I opened the door and walked outside, and the acrid smell of cigarette smoke tickled my nostrils. John was standing.