I'm going to have to punishyou for that." No, no please, I didn't meanto, I swear." Well you must learn to controlyourself better if you want to avoid... punishment." Please, no.." Shut up." She responded with alacrity to your order, clampingher mouth shut and breathing heavily through her nose."Now, what would beappropriate..." You dig around in the tools andfind a likely insertable. "I don't want toget you too stretched before tonight's festivities," You hear her breathcatch at that, "This one. I wanted to tear her clothes off, bend her over the counter and fuck the shit out of her. I was getting ahead of myself again. I shook my head to clear it, took a few quick breaths to calm my nerves and settled on a quick blowjob.“Jan, do you remember your lessons?” A slight smile creased her lips, the twinkle I saw in her eyes the first time returned and a clear “Yes” eased out of her mouth.“Have you been with anyone else since that day?”“No, no one.”“Have you been playing with yourself since. Family stuff, you understand?’ ‘Oh my God, Harriet. I’m so sorry! Let me know if I can -‘ I gently shut the door in her face. ‘Fucking slut bitch,’ I muttered, then bolted back the rest of my scotch. I hated her. I hated the way I tingled after talking to her. ‘I’ll get your suitcase!’ Dad called. And that brings me to two important asides: First is my adult vices – drinking and cursing. Dad introduced me to drinking on the very under-the-table advice from one of my long-term docs. It made. Traffic was bad as we made our way to the east side, skirting south of Lake Washington and working our way up to our small city of Rainier. It was a lot of fun to tell him about my weekend. I always did when I got back from my trips to see Marissa.I guess the old me never did these trips. Just suppressed all my desires for women. It sounded utterly boring. I must have been miserable. No wonder he changed me. I mean, it was probably to satiate his own perverse desire, but I didn't care about.