S. history. Besides her intellect, she was blessed with an insatiable curiosity about people whose backgrounds were different than hers. She was also ... natural speed reader, which would be invaluable as she poured over the reports from the various departmentsKathleen Lehrer was a student of history, having read such books as The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire and Crane Brinton's Anatomy of Revolution by the time she had graduated from high school. She saw too many similarities between the. ’ Another long silence passed between us, with Enya once again providing the buffer. ‘I’m a lesbian, Daddy.’ While unexpected, that statement filled me with relief. ‘So? Are you happy and comfortable with that? Do you believe that being a lesbian is right for you?’ She simply nodded upon my shoulder. ‘Then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?’ I gave her a gentle squeeze. ‘I could care less if you like someone named Jonathan or Erika or Mohammed or Noriko or Juan or Céline. All I care about. He stood up and grabbed his phonefrom the table, thumbing it on. He had seven missed messages, all fromAbbey. He looked up at his friends. "Guess I missed some texts. Probablyout of cheese dip and had to go to another store. Let me call her."He walked into the kitchen, hitting dial on Abbey's name. The phone rangseven times before going direct to voicemail, and Jake shrugged. She wasprobably driving home now with an off brand cheese dip. It would be fine -the guys wouldn't even notice. He. I felt John’s body convulse and then give in to my charms, as my tongue started to work it’s magic. I flicked it over his sensitive swollen head and then round the upper part of the shaft, looking deeply into his eyes as I did. His resistance crumbled, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone grabbed the back of my head and took a handful of my short blonde hair in its grip, as he leant back in his chair and closed his eyes.John was saying very little to his wife by now, save for the odd ‘yes’ or.