Dad was retired and crippled witharthritis by then.Susan was the daughter dad neverwanted. But he loved her all the same. He taught her things that he... wanted hisson to learn if he had one. Susan could hunt, fish and play baseball. She wasan avid Yankees fan.? She could alsofight. Dad was a semi-professional boxer when he went into the Navy during thewar.? He came out an electrician. He taught his daughter to box.Susan didn't like violence as a rule, but found the lessons useful. By the timeI. "We thought it was a hit at first," Ram began, "But only his prints were on the gun and the door was locked and chained. The window's painted shut and there's no other way in here. We found your card in his wallet." "Have an ID?" "John Stuart Malone, 'Sketchy' to his friends, a small time hood with a long rap sheet. Know him?" "Nope, you ever ID that other guy?" "Yeah, I forget his name but he was like this punk, hanging around the edges of society preying on innocent people. No loss." "My. ” Young man? I was only about nine or ten years behind her in age. Nevertheless, I preferred this to getting fired. And my erection, which had wilted after I was caught a couple of minutes earlier, came back almost instantly.After a little more of her squeezing and fondling my rear, she reached for her ruler. I looked back over my shoulder to see her gazing at it.She commented, “A nice, thick, old-fashioned ruler – eighteen inches of hardwood. Montclair Board of Education, that’s what it says. "They both grinned.They talked while they downed the breakfast he had prepared going overhow far he wanted to go. They discussed hair, eyebrows, make-up stylesand additional padding and restraint.Brad cleaned up the kitchen when they were finished and went abouttaking care of the light cleaning that needed to be done. It didn'ttake very long this morning and finished before he needed to worryabout putting a lunch together."Would you like to get started on your make-up lessons?" Wendy.