The author would appreciate your comments — pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. Part 1 Chapter 1, The God Brian Erickso... grew up on a large farm near a small college town in northern Indiana. His people were simple folks that believed in virgin brides and virgin grooms. They also believed that excelling at sports was praising God’s gifts. Brian worked hard around the farm and was blessed by his Nordic heritage. He was tall and very firm, 6 foot 3 inches, 200 pounds. Dinner required at least minimal clothing, although few bras were obvious. After dark the music was started on the pool deck. It was kept slow and the lighting minimal so there were plenty of dark corners for fun.Claire was popular. She was getting aroused dancing with the younger guys whose upright erections got rubbed on her belly. She got one guy off by moving just right. Older guys, whose peckers pointed more straight out than up, wanted them between her thighs, rubbing on her labia and. No, Margaret and Tina would never do that to me ... If they wanted to wear it to the party, I wouldn't be pleased, but I would allow it, I guess. But surely they don't expect ... No way am I going to parade around practically nude in front of you guys. Oh, crap..."Dave slowly set his cup on the coffee table. "They could have a regular party while Selina was up, then send her off to bed. That's when the adult costumes will probably come out. But surely Evie would have told me ... Oh, fuck. I'm. One day my sister asked why I was “at that lady’s house.” I almost lost my breath and my heart sank to the floor. I was turning red and it was obvious my evil little sister had caught on to what was going on. I simply said “she paid me to put her IKEA dresser together.” That was the end of that and nothing else was said. Pam (my little sister) didn’t believe it for a second but I was sticking to my story. Mrs. Silva and I agreed that we would not be seen in public together. I think she was.