"Jesus! Look at that." Kirsty?" I tried, my voice soft. "We need to work out what to do." Shut up!" She frowned again. Then a desperate, horrible grim...ce spreadover my face. "You don't tell me what to do anymore. I'm the man now,see? I am the man! See how you like it. Get me a beer, bitch. Make mybloody tea, go on - I'm starving. Then spread your legs when I want ashag, when I want it! Understand? Put a foot out of line, look at mefunny - slap for you. Slap your tits, teach you some respect I. Next! "Hmm, this woman writes well and has interesting things to say. Oh wait, look at her birth year. She's twenty-five years older than me!" Dan shuddered. He did not want to marry his mother! Turn the page! "I love sky-diving." Next! "I love sports on TV." Next! "I want a man with a sense of humor. But then, don't we all?" "So," Dan thought, "you're saying you're exactly like everyone else? Tell me what makes you, well, uniquely you. Why I would want to date, maybe even marry you, over all. So, during my second year at the university, I was at a party and found myself alone in a dorm-room with this girl who was totally drunk. She was barely conscious when I whipped my dick out, and other than a few loud groans as I was shoving it in, she didn’t complain a bit. I came quick, but didn’t get soft, so I kept-on fucking her. I left her passed-out and naked on her bed, with three big loads of my cum dripping from her puffy, red pussy. When I saw her a couple days later, she looked. “Answer the boy,” Mr. Shaver ordered after I continued to stay silent under his son’s exploration.“Yes. It hurts.”He stopped pulling and put just two fingers in, twisting and curling them inside me, feeling my insides, drawing out more of my juice, which was quickly soaking his hand starting to run down my thighs.“What about that?” he asked.“No,” I replied absently. Suddenly my focus wasn’t on the too-young man probing at my pussy but on his father, who was picking up the phone and dialing.