"Excuse me. You're Daniel, aren't you?"Looking over, Daniel saw a man approaching. "Yes, I'm Daniel." I'm Steven. William was my father. I'm sorry I h...d to meet you under these circumstances. He talked about you all the time. I just wanted to let you know something. It won't be official until his Will is read, but he left you that woods between your property and his. I talked about it with the rest of the family, and we all agree that his wishes should be respected."Stunned, Daniel muttered, "I. She reached up and brushed the back of her hand across my chin.“I wonder what that would feel like...” Then she stopped.“What?” I asked.“Never mind,” she said.I didn’t think anything about it then, but six months later I was dragging my beard all over her naked body - at her request. Now that I think back on it, I think that’s what her unfinished comment was about. She was interested in exploring her sexuality with me back then. You’d have to ask her about that, but that’s what I think.She. An intrusive memory of Greg’s ass, much tighter than Samantha’s pussy, speared into his mind, briefly distracting him from his woman’s perfect wet fit. Samantha’s hand on his ass was making him recall that weekend with a deep sense of lust, though, and he silently wished she’d move her fingers in toward the crack of his ass. Happily his subtle motions gave her the hint and her hand drifted inward until it was resting against his coccyx. Just that small presence, the hint of something more. A scapegoat. The butt of cruel pranks. The all-purpose victim.No girlfriend, no affection, no affirmation of self-worth. He was starved for sex. He craved to be touched, just to be touched in a loving way by a woman. He had even, on a couple of occasions, worked up the courage to ask a classmate for a date. The girls had laughingly turned him down. Unwanted. Rejected. A reject, that's what he was.Was. That was the past, but this was the present. He had done a lot of thinking while serving time.