. our daughter? You knew that she was mine? Not that I mind or object, but I wonder why?” I asked with more than a little amazement.“Well, to be f...rank, Phil, I suffered the mumps years back. I never could have children of my own. I was sterile and Stacey knew it, leading to some fights between us. She wanted to fuck around and get knocked up that way. I still held onto the fantasy of monogamy back then, courtesy of my Jehovah’s Witness roots, so I was furious at even the hint of it. I guess we. I had developed a very healthy respect for her knowledge.I had prepared an old time confectioner's shop to use as a set for our photo shoot. It was similar to one I'd used for some other ladies, including a small marble table for pouring hot candy and a soda fountain for making shakes, malts and sundaes, including a variety of syrups, whipped cream and cherries. Even though it had been used before, it was a popular layout with our readers. I'd never had a mag turn down a similar layout.We. The receptionist looked up as I entered, and asked if she could be of any help. When I said that I would like to book a beauty treatment, she asked whether I just required a facial, or something more exotic. I asked what she meant exactly, and she replied that they could offer a full body massage, waxing, and what she called a very special toning service. When I asked about the price she gave me a leaflet, but said that she could recommend the full treatment, and that she was certain that I. ”I brought two mugs into the living room. Mae sat on the sofa and held the cup in both hands.“I ... I should’ve let you drive me,” she said, her teeth chattering.“And then we wouldn’t be having this talk,” I replied. “Mae -- it dawned on me how much courage it took for you to tell me what you did. The easy way would’ve been for you to give me the kiss-off. It means you must have some serious feelings for me.”She nodded. “I’ve never met a man like you -- I’ve never met anyone who’s filled me.