Hell, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was. At least I didn’t until one of my school friends had discovered a book on sexual physiology in his da...’s library; his dad was the local General Practitioner. Boy did we learn a lot from that book. After that, I knew what erogenous zones were and I spent more time on them when I was in the bath with my mother and my aunts. I knew what sexual arousal was, I knew what an orgasm was, and I was determined to give them an orgasm every time.I suddenly. ..brought up under strict schooling and English discipline...private boarding school where all manner of nasty things go on at the dead of night, but no more of that. But it meant that we had both been beaten by senior boys, - who no doubt got one hell of a sexual thrill out of it tho' they claimed they were simply maintaining discipline and it was nothing personal.....you bet it wasn't. How many of them went off and masturbated afterwards I just couldn't imagine. So that delightful. "Sure," Jordan said, uncertainly. He took the child's toothbrush fromIsabella and gently brushed her teeth in back on both sides. It wasawkward, but he managed it."Thank you!" Isabella said, rinsing her mouth out with water and dryingher face on a towel. "Now I get to pick a story!" she said, running backto her bedroom.Jordan trailed slowly behind her back. He had just brushed the teeth ofa four-year-old. That was the *last* thing he would have predicted hewould do. It felt so... domestic.. ''WHAT??' Whitefeather looked around at the crowd. There were at least 30 people present, none with a CAP score over six point four. The AI indicated that about four were not eligible, due to their advanced years. This crowd would help, but what he needed was three times as many again, available immediately."Yes, sir?" asked the lady behind the counter."Double-double and a cruller, please. For here."As the lady took his money, behind her another employee rapidly filled a ceramic mug with coffee.