" I don't think that at all," he protested.She went on as if he hadn't spoken at all "... and lots of times, I think you're an egotistical, stubborn j...rk. Um, that's only when I'm not thinking you're the sweetest guy alive."Cal made a quick decision that this was another of those times where only silence made sense. They found a few other topics to talk about, then went on to class.The evening of Cal's little lunchroom chat with Tessa, Rebecca would not look him in the eye at dinner. It puzzled. > From: Hungry > To: Dawn> Subject: Re: Hi>> Of course I will. I've been told I'm> good with my tongue. I'll give you> a reward for being an obedient toilet.> So scope out some motels near you. > Since you're married, I'll let you > suggest a weekend. I'm single, so > my weekends are mine.They continued to correspond, and chatted on Yahoo Messenger, for a couple of weeks before deciding on a weekend. Dawn suggested several motels near her and Guy packed up an assortment of toys and brought his. He had never accused me directly of doing anything inappropriate with Emily—only that in the future it would turn out badly.If my father had, indeed, spied on me or found some evidence, he had never told me. I realized that was the burden of trust. Was my daughter in immediate danger? I thought not. She’d had nothing to do with the boy since the beginning of the schoolyear. In fact, it was likely that she had defended herself, thus ending the problem. Something I should be proud of. I would. ‘Come in, I have made coffee and there is toast if you want some,’ she invited. ‘I don’t think that would be a good idea,’ I grinned indicating my muddy boots and trousers. ‘I’m sure you would not appreciate me messing up your nice clean house.’ In reality, I could easily have kicked my boots off and my trousers were not very soiled at all, but standing opposite this nearly naked woman, her hard nipples only a foot away I was starting to get horny and could feel my prick beginning to stir in.