I near wet meself when I sat him down for the aptitude tests. He picks up the stylus in that shovel of his and then starts delicately writing out the ...ictation test — perfectly, I might add. Gave him the maths test and he finished almost before I had handed him the answer chip. Yes, he does own a PDA — and you should see it, does everything — but it was in my pocket and powered down and no ear bud. I commed "Sarnt Oscar" and it is Detective Chief Superintendent Sir William Oscar at the Police. A single drop. Pristine and perfect. Slowly my finger lowers, between my parted limbs, and I trail a thin line of the aromatic moisture along my inner thigh. You dip your head, inhaling the heady aroma of sex and roses…your impatience a thing of the past…replaced by a more acute sense of urgency…but I havent finished…not yet. I dip a final time…one last maddening immersion…and place the small, hard cylinder between my palms. Slowly I begin to roll its moist surface against my flesh…like a child. "Yeah, sorry about that." He said as his face began to turn red."Don't be," I said "I'm as hard as you are."We both looked at each other, sharing our embarrassment but not making any attempt to cover up or change the subject.My heart seemed to be trying to jump out of my chest right then. My breathing became labored. I don't know where my train of thought even came from or where on earth I gathered the courage to utter the words that followed..."Would you ever let another guy help you take care. I have to go and run some errands, so I’ll still probably be home before the two of you – Stuart, don’t over work your sister – you got that?” she said.“OK MOM, NO PROBLEM,” I yelled from where I was sitting.“Mom,” Sari added, “Stuart helped Daddy get a listing today – when it sells, Daddy said that Stuart would get half of the money, isn’t that cool?”“Yes, Dear – very cool, Bye.”“Good-bye, Mrs. Armstrong – it’s been lovely to speak with you today,” my darling little sister said, adding a.