They were Mrs. T--, whose name was Annalee, and her charming daughter, Annabelle, who was already a bit taller than her mother, equally desirable but ...ot yet as fully formed. The mother might have been forty but I doubt it and the daughter was perhaps twenty or one or two years less. I never asked or found reason to do so.I sat with them in their ornate parlor with its swags of drapery, sipping undemocratic tea, and learning their habits and difficulties. The mother talked; the daughter watched. She asked me where I was going, and I told her I wasgoing to her room, and we would talk there. She didn't say a thing, as she followed me, and thenwhen we got to her room, I sat on one edge of the bed, and she sat on the other, about five feetapart. We were both silent, and I didn't know if she would start, and so I simply looked at her andasked; "Why?".She sat for a long minute, and then she told me she didn't know, she honestly didn't know. Yeah, likeI was going to accept that bullshit. She didn’t ask to get pushed against the wall and humiliated. I stepped so far over the line I was in another state — an altered state. That’s it! That’s my plea. Judge, I need counseling. My toilet fetish drove me mad. May God have mercy on my sewer soul.’ ‘… DAD!’ Chris’s splash finally rained through his clouded thoughts. ‘Yeah, Chris, what’s up?’ ‘You know those dinosaurs that use their heads to ram into other dinosaurs?’ Dads know everything when you’re seven, and Sam cherished this brief. ”“Where?”“In bed, when I'm alone. I picture touching you.”“You can touch me now.”“We shouldn’t. Just our hands?”“Under the table. Where do you think of touching me, Jax?”“All over. Your chest. Your stomach. Unbuckling your belt. Unzipping your pants. Letting my fingers roam across your inner thighs, massaging higher. Feeling your skin grow warmer.”“I’m burning up.”“Should I stop?”“When you think about me, do you…”“Shh.” “The diner’s practically empty. No one is listening.”“I have a toy.” “Holy.