.. Who took the picture? The thought of her being sexual active made my stomach roll but I was sinfully excited, too. I tiptoed from my daughters room... photograph in hand, debating whether to confront her or tell my wife.I was still looking at the picture when my wife came home from work. I was thinking about my young, lovely daughter looking like one of my fantasy girls from the Internet. The taboo nautre of the situation didn't stop my groin from stirring. I was at a loss for ideas or options. If you are homophobic or adverse to a young man enjoying himself alone, sexually, with play-toys and other items, this might disturb you. Like all of my stories, however, this is not the end of the story. Things happen to Matthew that are anything but homosexual. A girl figures into the picture, and so does a slightly sci-fi slant. You just have to read a while to get there.I found my parent's machine in the rear of their closet, the bottom box in a stack of three. Inquisitive-I was snooping to. Gina smiled when she saw him. He walked toward her and kissed gently on the lips. The kiss was short but the look she saw in his eyes made Gina think it might lead to more later. The thought made her nervous but excited. She wanted to go slow but she was also very attracted to Rick. Gina and Rick sat at her patio table in her secluded roof garden. To her surprise and delight Rick had brought lunch with him but the best thing he’d brought was a plastic container of strawberries. Gina loved. Inother circumstances I would have been anxious to get my hands on herlithe body - indeed I'd lain awake fantasising about just that more thanonce since our last encounter. But now the awkwardness of our situationwas uppermost in my mind. It was with more than a little trepidation thatI danced over to her, wondering whether I had it in me to perform asrequired.Two things overcame my hesitation. One was a glance at Miss Everett,whose steely gaze told me all I needed to know about the.