“This place is amazing… how much does it cost for you?” I asked curiously.“I own it. It’s my business. My tenants pay from one to two grand ...onthly, depending on the layout.” He winked.He OWNS this building? The hell has he been doing the past four years to earn that? The elevator stopped and the doors opened to the third floor. A cool blue glow rained down from the ceiling lights, highlighting the shadows of the myriad paintings and abstract sculptures in the hall. I was stunned.Jack walked. Damn it, whenever Larry eats me out, or when I suck his cock, I'm always reminded of those wonderful hours with Tom.If I hadn't been so in love with Larry, I have no doubt that I would have chased Tom to the West Coast and tried to break up his marriage.And I picture Dad, standing there with Mom, ready to join with her in walking me down the aisle, to give me away to Larry. Such a silly expression, giving me away. They would always be my parents, and I would always love them, would always be. I can be your daddy, your teacher, your coach, whatever you like. Interested?Stranger: heyYou: hiStranger: how old?Stranger: im 13 fYou: me? i'm 48 but i can be any age you like. and your age?You: ohYou: 13 perfect! would you like to play with me?Stranger: sure!You: awesome!You: what role shall I take for you?Stranger: daddy:)You: oooh - my favorite role! yea!You: what name shall I call you?Stranger: allisonStranger: im new so you have to start us. ok?You: i like that name. ok. here's the. ’ She turned her head to the doorway. ‘Frank!’ she called. Amy’s father, a tall and slender man with a diffident air, appeared instantly. He had obviously been waiting in the hall. ‘Our daughter is going to survive,’ said his wife. Then she grinned. ‘Told you.’ Frank looked at his daughter sadly. ‘Amy, I’m so sorry,’ he said, for the twentieth time that evening. Amy jumped from her bed and ran to embrace him. ‘It’s okay, Daddy,’ she said against his chest. ‘Really, it is. This is going to be.