I almost find Lissa's tasks and what she's doing more exciting than my own. Like ... like I wish I'd been half as daring and brave and naughty when I ...as that age." Ah, I see." I decided to make a guess, hoping it was true, and, even if not, to suggest it just for its sheer perversity. "You're re-living your own adolescence, with your brother Jason, vicariously, through the way your daughter's teasing him, now." Oh my god, exactly!" she replied after only a short delay. "I'm really so glad you. That’s all the info he would give me. I guess he used it as a tactic to make me want to find out even more. Well, it worked. I had asked him to come over on a weekend night. Well, sure enough, he did. It was about 9 pm, when I heard the knock on my door. I opened it and as expected, there he was. He had a gym bag with him, which caught my eye immediately. We went straight for the kitchen and I pulled out a bottle of liquor. We each had a few shots to kinda break the ice and ease the tension in. I told him I wanted him to eat me first and when he commented on how wet I was I told him I was all hot and wet from thinking about him all day and hoping he'd want to fuck me that night. No lie. I actually had an orgasm thinking about how wicked I was being. Okay, I'll let you go. Don't forget Tuesday, okay?"I slipped back out of the house, drove a couple of blocks away and sat and waited for my regular time to go home. I thought about what I had just overheard. Apparently my ten-year-old. ..I can’t even imagine that. You said you had something to tell me about Caci.”“I thought you said you couldn’t take any more.”“Hell, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I?”“If you’re sure.” Avan waited for his brother’s nod, then continued. “I’ll tell you the hardest part first. Yuri, the only way the immigration judge would sign the emergency grant of immigration was...well...he...he wants to see Caci twice a week.”“For what?”Avan stalled. He shrugged. “You know...”“You mean suck the judge’s cock?.