That day however, there was a deafening silence, except for the sounds of the vessels. Every time papas fingers accidentally touched mine, I felt like...a current had passed through me. His bulge was still noticeable, if not as hard as before. All I wanted to do was finish up quickly and go to my room and masturbate. I felt like a teenager again.“I’m sorry.” Papa papa said, breaking the silence.I looked at him quizzically.“For.. you know… looking at you before. I should have knocked or said. Well, I got the answer to that one day when i overheard a telephone conversation between my mom and my aunt June. "Yes June I'm telling you I've noticed Jared peeking up my skirt and down my blouse and whenever we are alone together he's got a bulge in his shorts!" There was no anger in my mothers voice, she sounded surprised and she even giggled a few times as she continued to describe what she had become aware. He was used to working while his clients were home, and he'dfound that residents didn't especially like the look or smell of sweatyplumbers.Joe squatted down beside Pete, who was pushing some cleaning gear aside tosee the pipes. "How's it look?" Joe asked."I dunno...I can't see shit. We're gonna need the flashlight." Fuck, it's in the van." Joe stood. "I'll be right back."He reached for the doorknob, turned and pulled. And pulled. The door wouldn'tbudge. "What the fuck?!" What's the matter?". I’ll take care of it, you go and sleep.I acted as I’m feeling helpless and also sorry. I went to the washroom and locked it from inside. After 15-20 minutes, I heard knocking on my door. It was mom.She started saying.She: Ok, I’m doing this, but it’s for a one-time thing. After that, I won’t help you and no gifts till one year.Me: Ok, mom, thank you very much. I won’t ask for more. I am so sorry.I started crying. She came closer and hugged me tightly.She: But what will you say to him? She is my.