And me, of course.”“Bug Sherpas?” Harry asked, the mental image of a Worker carrying a rucksack making him chuckle. “So Bugs sleep in piles?�...�“Yes, do you find that unusual?”“Not especially, no. The Krell do the same when they’re basking in their pools beneath the heat lamps in their barracks, and most of the Borealans like to sleep in a big pile. I guess you could say that we humans are unusual for preferrin’ to sleep alone.”Blackjack rolled over onto his back, loosing a sleepy rumble. He was. 'Is', I repeated, 'what do you mean', I contested?'And what do you mean always were', I was confused, and angry, I had lost the plot and I stood with my fists clenched at my sides, my breasts and nipples pointing angrily at him, somehow there was satisfaction being nude like this, my brain swirling around, my mother, me, horny, WTF was he on about.'Take a deep breath Mariel, don't ruin it, you're doing great', he continued. I relaxed and he explained that nine years back at my sixth birthday. “Father I’m So sorry you’re so mad at me and Mr. Harper, but just so you’ll know when I was making love to Mr. Harper, I was thinking of you the whole time. I love you so much father, the only thing I want is to please you.” “Yes, I know baby, but you’re my daughter and up until the night I always thought something was wrong with me, but Harper has turned me around and has set me straight on a few thing.” “Father, what do you mean?” Lilly asked as JT took his daughter’s small hand in his and. I spent the rest of that day and most of the next at work texting with him. I told him it was okay to send sex pictures and he did: some in action with women and others of his beautiful cock. My mouth ached when I looked at it — but he was getting way too romantic and lovey.I hate that and I asked Jackie if they texted. Sometimes, she said, and I asked her to tell him more about what I like and some of what I've done solo. That changed his texts a little but not as much as I hoped. But, we did.