I was about to log off when I was approached by Warlock (Simon was his real name). I had chatted with him a bit and I found him strange yet intrigin.... He had told me in a prior chat that he was interested in the arcane and practised magic. I did belive him of course thinking it was all just an act. We went over to ICQ and chatted privatly for awhile before the subject turned to sex. I was quite good at talking about it from a girls point of view. I guess it was because of all the porn mags. Sean laughed at that comment, no doubt amused to hear the freckled little girl in glasses with the speech impediment referring to someone else as a nerd. Becky froze in her tracks, then gave Sean the nastiest glare I had ever seen, her little cupid-bow lips curling over her teeth as she sneered.“Becky-”“Do you have an arm blaster harness?” she asked, cutting me off.“Sorry kiddo,” Sean said. “This part of the gym is for counselors only. Those are the rules.”Becky glared at Sean again, fixing him. That smile alone was having more to do with my early morning erection than anything else. Until she put one dainty foot on my chest and pushed me down. I looked up the shapely length of her leg as she untied her robe and tossed it away, again dressed in just my button up shirt.“Awww did I hurt you?” She said with mock seriousness.“A little.” I teased.“Do you need mouth to mouth?” She purred as she stepped up over my chest. I looked up at her as she brushed her hair behind one ear, intoxicated. "Our daughter is practically climbing the walls. She knows her brother is screwing the brains out of his women just down the hall from us. She's heard what Connie and Denise said happened on their wedding night. Trust me; you should be proud of our son. A woman, not enhanced by Little One, would have been in the hospital if half what they describe happened – half."Baby, I know you're not for her marriage right now, but our daughter is having some serious problems." Maybe Little One will tone.