He had, he told me, caught my daughter in a "sexual situation" with her teacher, David.I had to come to the school and we would decide what to do. I ...ill admit that as I drove to the school I couldn't help but wonder what the "sexual situation" was: was she on a desk, on her back, as he licked her bare slit until she came? Was his cock, which I imagined as fat and long, splitting her tight cunt? Maybe she was sitting in a chair, legs spread as she masterbated for him?Long before I read her. Mrs. Patron had other ideas, and Dan sat between her and her friend. He felt like he was used as boy toy for the two older women, but accepted his role with good humor. Between allowing and responding to kisses and touches from his immediate companions, Dan managed quick peeks watching LF practice seduction techniques with Artsy. Artsy saw Dan watching; she was amused and curious when she first noticed him. Once Artsy blew a kiss to her friend as LF nibbled her neck. Another time she helped LF. I opened my eyes to see that Stewie had finished her lunch. I took the bottle away and gave him back his pacifier, still hurting with my erection. I put the bottle on the table and felt a small hand on my leg. Stewie had taken off his pacifier and was asking for something else. He seamed to still be hungry and had his arms extended to grab anything that could feed him.Anything?I looked to the kitchen and saw mom cooking in a trance like state. With the TV on, it was unlikely that she would. ’ ‘How long is it?’ ‘A little over 85,000 words.’ ‘Has an editor seen it—what stage is it in?’ ‘It’s done, typed up on a word processor and proofed by a retired friend of mine up in Ohio. I don’t use an editor per se. He’s too humble to call himself one. My boss read it, he liked it. It’s not a war story as much as it is a story about people thrown together in a war zone. My secretary also enjoyed it—as did my grandmother—but that is the limit of distribution at this point in time.’ ‘Can I.