I sat in the living room gently maintaining my erection from the leg of my boxer shorts.Polly and Harrison would head back to university shortly but I...could certainly say I had made the most of the last two days. A naked Polly entered the room, it was 7.30 and there I was boldly holding my cock. “Ha, you horny fucker!” She said. “Christ, how did I take that thing in my bum!” She came over to me, kneeled down and took over masturbating me. “It is a beautiful cock though.”“Thank you.” I said. A couple of young men were standing beside it as she approached.With a pang of fear, she saw the lascivious way these two young bucks were looking at her. She knew how beautiful and desirable she still was, even in her present dishevelled and dusty state. With the strength draining out of her and no hope of fighting off an attack, she feared the worst as she tottered towards them, gasping out that she was thirsty and must drink soon or perish."Where did the clothes go, you little tart? Give us. " You're welcome." he replied, as the gal took his arm to restart his exit, they had to go. And they did. But I had shaken his hand and said what I needed to. It was enough.The sorrowful son of a mathematicianMy father got a doctorate of mathematics at a large mid-western university, where he met mom who was studying chemistry and got her bachelor's of science degree. Like the boy in that tale of Asimov, I also had a sister. Basic nuclear family in the atomic age. Intellectual genes perhaps,. They said I'd spend the rest of my life in prison, I told them they had to try me first and on what charges? We went up and down, round and round, and nobody got anywhere—not them and not me.I finally found out what had set them off. It was one of the senior interrogators, an older guy who'd seemed actually pretty reasonable in the context of my incarceration, who brought them to me about day seven or day eight.Three photographs, not one. Apparently some passing hiker had indeed witnessed.