He might break down and do something he shouldn't, and then she would fear and hate him. She might even tell her parents, which would no doubt lead to...him spending some time behind bars as a child molester, not a pleasant thought.What was he thinking? He was stronger than that. Roger Gardner was no slave to his passions, or he would have made that mistake a long time ago. If there was one thing he knew, it was how to keep his lust under control.As if to prove the point to himself, he sat down. Give me about 15 minutes and bring the Champagne."Avoiding the mirror, I stripped, brushed hair and teeth and put on a short, red silk nightgown that Steve says makes me look sexy. It barely covers my butt. Out of habit, I took up matching red silk panties and started to put them on—then trying out my wickedest smile in the mirror, put them back in my bag. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled the covers and slipped between the cool sheets. "I'm ready big boy." Coming o temptress," Roger entered. It’s just a fact of nature, girls develop faster than boys. Mom once told me any girl who couldn’t control her boy was a moron. We flew to Loxahachee on the Gold Coast, as well as to Marco Island south of Fort Meyers and to Jupiter a bit beyond Stuart as Jeff slowly banked the required hours for his commercial license.In little, and I do mean little, we were forced into intimacy by the aeronautical engineering dictates of Clyde Cessna. In that little 152, november four niner eight six two two,. The one in Idaho." Idaho? What's happening there?" A 30 year college reunion." I didn't know you went to school there." I didn't. I worked as a janitor there ages ago." It's nice that former janitors get invited to reunions there. It must be a nice town," I said with a wry smile."Nice town my ass. It's a shit hole full of hicks and rednecks who hate brothers. One time, I was arrested and beaten by the cops for doing my fucking job because someone saw me carrying cleaning supplies and dialed.