Suddenly Ashley got onto the bed and climbed under the blankets on my wifes side, and she lay down next to me. As she lifted her legs onto the bed I g...ot a glimpse of her white panties she wore under her pink nighty. She lay on her side, looking me straight in the eye, smiled and asked Mornin daddy. What ya dooooing?, like the girl on that kids show Finneas and Ferb always does. The question caught me of guard and I stammered, Just looking at you and your mother. Why? She asked again. I was. Sometimes feces and urine feature prominently.“I Told you so,” is frequently heard.I hate that part.Educated has instructors and books. Books seldom cause blood ... except a paper cut or two. I never was very good at math and flying has math. At least the devil isn’t in it ... no numbers AND alphabet.Just numbers is bad enough.Instructors ... that’s a horse of a different color. Instructors have been known to exact a measure of pain ... not blood. Sweat and tears ... yes.A certain period of. "Only fifty dollars? That's not enough bitch!" It's all I have!" she exclaimed."That's not enough! I'm going to have to get something else from you in order to make this worth my while!" Wh-what are you going to do to me?". She was playing at being nervous, but I could tell that she was getting into this. She was stiffening up on me, not moving. It looked like she was ready to follow my commands."I'm going to make you my personal slut for the evening."Jesse shivered when I said that. Still. She had been unusually quiet, and Moira let her be, knowing that they now had a relationship stronger that any they had had in the past, and that her new found friend/mother would tell her what was on her mind when she was ready. So she kept sipping her brandy and coffee, until her mother suddenly spoke to her, "I think I need your professional advice, Moira."Moira came out of the reverie in which the good brandy and the logs burning in the fireplace had placed her, "Yes, Helen, what do you.