I said, "You told me earlier that if I hadn't come home when I did you would have fucked him tonight. Now you're telling me that he has had his finger... in your cunt before tonight but you expect me to believe that you have never fucked him before?" It's the truth," she said. "He has never been inside me. Please John, when you talk to me that way it sounds so hateful." Right now a part of me does hate you," I said. "Did you ever suck his cock?" No. Absolutely never." Has he ever gone down on. I was so busy watching the females in their suits that I was able to put the situation with Ellen out of my mind. Mr. Oldham called me over to where he was sitting at a table and asked me if I was enjoying myself. If I could only put into words what I was thinking. I had my own room with a closet full of clothes, all kinds of sports equipment, and people around me that actually cared about me. I wasn't even thinking about how much the school I was going to attend would cost. "I'm waiting for. "No, I don't want that; I don't want you going around here doing everything under the sun to try and make up for things ... there's no way you can do that anyway. There's no way you can erase the torture I went through, I don't care what you do. It'll never go away, I'll never forget last weekend," he solemnly told her. "But I still love you with all my heart and without proof that you did anything wrong I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt." Oh, honey," she broke in again kissing. Well, I saw Walker nude five mornings a week. No need to study my son. The only question was morning wood or not? More and more often, the answer these days was yes.This Saturday we were having Gene and his daughter, Cathy, up for dinner. The Austin family. Gene owned the Wrigley and had had it remodeled from the new penthouse suites to the alley-entrance speakeasy in the basement. The total renovation included our glorious loft.Cathy was my part time researcher. Gopher. Snoop.Mindy would cook.