I’m your counsellor, Duncan, you can tell me - what’s the problem you’re having with your cock?”“That’s just it, sir,” the teen responde...d, attitude heavy in every syllable. “I’m not having a problem with my cock. My cock is fine.”“Really?”Despite the unusual subject matter, Mr. Foster’s behavior was exactly what Duncan would expect of a high school guidance counsellor, and he had to admit perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps Lily’s unusual behavior had come from another threat - a left over witch. He let me into his suite, grinning. I got right to the point. "I talked to Sylvia Shining Elk. Don't deny what you're doing. The poor girl is only eighteen. What were you thinking? And just so you know, there will be no date with her."He actually got a little pissed at me. "Listen DAD, what I do with willing females is none of your business." You're absolutely right, but I think you've blurred the line on willing. Ease up a little, you're young, good looking, rich, you can get most any woman. Working together we would raise our child…children (?). Peter got up around 7:00 am. We went down to breakfast. Mrs. Hackett had eggs, bacon and pancakes ready for us. She threw us out after we finished, telling Peter and I that we were not allowed back in. Dejectedly, I went back up stairs with Peter and we put our tuxes on. The girls would be having breakfast and I was not allowed to see the only girl that had any interest for me. Angie’s maid of honor was her best and oldest friend Georgia.. When you are better I’ll explain that. For right now, you should finish off the milkshake and get some sleep.’ ‘Okay, mom. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that. It is a comforting thing to me.’ ‘It’s fine, Sue. Now, get some sleep.’ When Yvonne came out to the kitchen we sat and talked. She filled me in on Sue’s thoughts about Christianity. ‘Yvonne, if you think back you may remember you had some of those ideas as well. What she needs, for understanding, is to see real Christians in.