“You know, there is a simple answer to your problems,” Dad said with a smile.I shook my head, “It’s not simple at all! I know you both think I...should marry Jocelyn, but neither Jocelyn nor I are sure about that.”“You did tell her you didn’t think you could marry someone who you knew couldn’t have kids,” Mom said. “Don’t you think that might have colored her opinion?”“I just told the truth,” I sighed. “And that was something I discussed in detail with Doctor Hart, as well as Jocelyn’s therapist.. I remember standing on the garden patio watching her flit about. I tried something I had never done before. I talked to her."Hey! Lets talk. You know I can see you." I called out.I knew she could understand me. The books said so. She flew high above my head.Why should I talk to you silly man?Her voice was high pitched but had a throaty quality to it. "Aren't you curious about why I can see you?" I asked.You have found some old musty books. A long, long, long, long time ago men like you chased. This was back in the days before child labor laws were strictly enforced, so no one gave a moment’s thought to a kid working in the kitchen so long as their food was cooked right. He had a definite talent for the work, too, churning away with deft and precision right along with his adult counterparts. Quite often the adults would tell him ‘Y’er too smart to be doin’ this kinda work Kid but damn if you ain’t good at it.’ By the time he was thirteen the kid was a seasoned veteran and the fastest. I was almost shocked by his gentleness. I would have never expected it, but somehow he knew it’s what I needed. He kissed his way down my stomach and took off my pants as he went lower. He stroked me through my panties and I almost orgasmed again and he laughed softly. He striped and took off my panties and whispered in my ear that tonight was all about me and he was going to pleasure me for as long as I could stand. My eyes rolled back in my head as I took that in and felt his fingers trace.