“Tell me a story daddy John.” She asked me.I picked up the book and began to read from the first chapter, after a few minutes she closed her eyes ...and fell asleep.* * *I went downstairs to the living room and turned on the television, switching to the news – always depressing. The local news was a surprise.‘Two men have been arrested charged with the kidnapping of an American girl — one man is believed to be the girl’s father. The local constabulary reports that they had been contacted by the. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down and pulled down my underwear. She sat there, blindfolded. She was the cutest flat-chested young lady I’d ever seen, kind of. I took her hand. I eased it up closer. Her fingertips touched it a little. “Oooohh” she said. “Is that…it?” I said yes and asked if she wanted to feel it some more. She said yes and I lightly guided her hand and fingers across my limpness. She uttered more and more as she felt the soft features of the limp penis. I. Fortunately thanks to Morgana's warning I was prepared for such behaviour and ignored the greeter in pretty much the same way as he chose to ignore me. I watched with interest as a faint reddish tinge of ire glossed his cheeks on being ignored by someone he had chosen to insult."Greetings to you, Seiðmaðr Tesslarr," intoned Morgana, deliberately giving him a lesser cognomen as a form of rebuke to his rudeness in ignoring me.The anger in his face grew ever more obvious, but because he'd opened. I should be home by the time you get there.JR:You know what sounds good after a long road trip? Lounging in my hot tub. Are you up for that? We can sit and talk until our skin becomes macerated, or longer if necessary ROCKIE:That sounds painful JR:Just proves that I have been studying for my exams. Macerated is the medical term for pruney skin.ROCKIE:Okay, on one condition.JR:What’s that.ROCKIE:I want to make love to you first. I need to know that we’re okay.JR:That’s not a sacrifice, but I.