. here I am.”“Did daddy hit you?” she asked looking at my face.It was tempted to say yes and get some sympathy out of this, but I didn’t bothe....“We haven’t gotten along very well since you guys left,” I remarked.“You put up with him for over two years?”“Yeah!”“Well, you are welcome here for as long as you need. We have an extra bedroom, just move in!”“I don’t want your pity, I could pay you something maybe some kind of rent?”“If that’s what you want, then go ahead,” Susan said.“Thanks,” I said. Everywhere he went people recognized him. He wasn’t used to this sort of fame, in the US he would be lucky to be recognized a few times a year, in Australia people were stopping him all the time. They wanted autographs for their kids, they wanted to talk to him about his swimming, they wanted to wish him good luck. They’d punch him playfully in the arm and say something like, ‘Mate, I know you’re a yank and all, but I’m still pulling for ya. You’re better than that wanker Krantz.’ And that. It started with her plea to “just hold me” in the night, but before I left she was dragging me into their marital bed naked, pulling my cock. If Brice had not come back when he did there would have been handcuffs. At 18 she did not have to suck me to get it hard. However, she enjoyed it when I ate her as a sign of respect.Needless to say, Brice could ask me anything. Well, it seems he was out shopping some auctions and was a little too successful. He started the day in the state west of us at 6. To him, everythingwas obviously very normal.Then a thought struck me. The attorney knew. Susan Jager was obviouslypart of what was going on. I had to talk to her - alone - before sheleft me with this man who had been Andre."Uh..." I began, hearing for the first time the sweet, feminine voicethat was now mine, "would you excuse me for a minute? I need to talkto... Susan." Sure!" he replied brightly. "I'll just go use the restroom. Then I'lltake you to lunch to celebrate your brilliant victory in.