I really couldn’t feel anything moving inside, and told her so. Her response was to lift the hem of her T-shirt and place my hand directly on her be...ly. I still couldn’t feel anything moving, but the silky feel of her slightly stretched skin was very sensuous.“Ah, yes,” I lied, “I can feel it now.”She gave me a funny look, removed my hand, and, tilting her head so she was looking at me from under her brows, her lips twisted slightly in a little smirk, which seemed to be saying so you liked what. He's a guy. Guys spend half their lives thinking about stuff like that and jacking off to it. I"m not like that. I don't fantasize about that kind of stuff. If I want to do it, I figure out a way to do it! I swear, I love Al, but he is so dumb that way. So Sylvia, here's the deal: I want you to come over again. You and Al and I will have a lot of sex, if you want. " My old man is really into asses. I know he is going to be in mine, I'm sure he will want to be in yours. Anything that has to do. " She jabbed me and blissful nothingness enveloped me again.***This went on for days until one day I awoke to HER voice, "Oh, pervert you are such a good patient! I am going to do something quite special to you. You will be my masterpiece!"I blacked out to her maniacal laughter.***I awoke to being strapped down to the bed, the usual pain, from surgery, having three IV's in my arms, and Nurse Joy having to feed me.After a week of recuperation she said, "Time for you to start walking and going to. I would never have gotten the same education, or the opportunity to go to the UK.That brings me to my third misstep. I completely misjudged how independent David had become. In my mind, I wanted him to grow into the man he was becoming. I just hadn't unshackled him to allow the growth to happen. We needed to communicate our expectations. What we did instead was butt heads and dig in. Our strong personalities wouldn't allow us to bend. It almost broke us.When I came back for the summer I knew I.