We will take our time and do it right, and I just want you to be ready for some of the pain." OK, I am ready," she squealed back, her young body ripe ...nd ready to be plucked. Following her statement there were no more words. My wife took my daughter's trembling hands and placed them against the lump in my pants. She moved her hands up and down against my throbbing erection, and my eyes were glued to her breasts the entire time. My wife stood up behind me, and ran her hands over my. So I lied to Ollie about sex and pretended I didn't like it and basically made sure Ollie didn't get any opportunities to see the real me. I'd been living a lie for, oh, I dunno -- twenty-five years? And because I had it all under wraps, I couldn't move forward. This week I wasn't allowed to avoid sex -- and when things hit a certain point, I couldn't hide it any more." I sighed. "After that, all I could do was ask forgiveness. Even then, I couldn't escape -- but I got acceptance and approval. ?Dad, I really need to go!? she said urgently.Nathan watched the rain bouncing off the hood of the car. ?You want to go out and squat by the side of the road?? he suggested.Megan looked out at the miniature river flowing by at the edge of the road. ?You?re kidding! I?m not going out in that! And I certainly wouldn?t ?squat? in view of all these cars.?Nathan?s eyes lit upon a bottle of water that he had brought for the journey. He lifted it to his lips and drained the last of it. ?Here,? he. You'd be sickened at some of the ways we've invented to take lives. And worse, to damage instead of to kill, so that the other side must spend effort to carry away their wounded instead of fighting. And worst of all, the weapons are still there, waiting to maim, after the battle is over and the soldiers have gone home."Lisa's truck had a much less distressing topic of conversation, at least to the participants. The guys would have cringed, most likely, though John would have survived without.