In the morning he was gone.Dad, Stacy, and I returned to work and school, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of school made it easier as t...he day went on.Not so for Dad. He was already home when we got back after school. He said he broke down and cried during a meeting and had to come home. We hugged him and had a good cry together.In the early morning I woke up with "the itch". I decided to have a shower and take care of it while everyone else slept. As the warm water cascaded down. I am a guy... so I was very excited. Since then wherever we went and saw a beautiful girl I'd whisper to her "how about her?" She would play along in a teasing way, but it never really materialized and after a week or so I just dropped it as one of her fantasies.When Diane moved in, Lila and I had to curb some of our role-playing activities to the confines of our bedroom. I also felt embarrassed about having sex while my sister was awake in the living room or the bedroom next door, so we either. In this position, my vice-like grip around his throat, I can feel his pulse beneath my palm quicken, the weight seems to lift from his shoulders and he appears vulnerable, at peace. "No. Tonight we are going to play by my rules" I whisper back. "Kneel on the floor while I pick out what you will be wearing". He does as instructed. Tamely, without questioning. So different from the man who only an hour or so before had been guiding me through the busy streets, flirting idly with the sexy. I walked downtown with a small pastry in my hand I was nibbling on from a new bakery I had no idea existed until I took an alley that differed from my usual one, I looked in my wallet seeing I didn’t have much cash left meaning it was time to head back home before dark.As I turned around I stared at a shop that always caught my attention, it was an adult shop so I couldn’t go in since I honestly didn’t look much older than a tallish twelve-year-old but I was still curious to see what was in.