And, to my surprise, the downright lecherous scrutiny from some of the male guests did not make me in the least bit uncomfortable. If anything, it emb...ldened me and I found myself flirting with Elvis and Houdini.Elvis was John Phillips, the sixteen year-old nephew of my father's law partner Ben Rogers, who is also my godfather. The other man was the town's self-proclaimed bon vivante, Anderson Tate. I put them both off for dances until after I'd had my first dance with Daddy, whom I had just. I should have figured out something was up. Les doesn't give up on a subject that makes me squirm without being forced to.Relieved, I asked her what she wanted.'This is hard for me, Big Brother. But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." What do you need, Les?" My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on me?" Sure. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed about it."I got the ointment, then kneeled down so I could reach her butt. I put a little on my right index. Martha was Jake, my oldest sons friends, mother. She was helping me serve dinner. During dinner, one of the other girls invited Lindsey to eat at their table. She wasn't at first, but I insisted. The adult table's conversation was all about preparing for the next competition. I glanced over at the girls table, Lindsey was quietly eating while the other girls giggled and joked with each other, typical teenage girl stuff, that obviously didn't interest Lindsey. Before we were finished, my boys. I'm taking my time and memorizing every curve of Carissa's luscious body, and she feels her cheeks flush at the directness of my gaze. With one of my colleagues in mid-sentence, I abruptly step away and reach for Carissa's hand. I took it in mine, and surprised her by twirling her around as if we were on the dance floor. Smiling broadly, I gave out a long, low whistle. Carissa is embarrassed by the attention I'm drawing to her, and she is made further uncomfortable with the knowledge that her.