”“Good,” I said. “I’m glad they did.”She stared at me for half a minute.“Most men aren’t interested in damaged goods,” she said.“Y...u’re not damaged goods, Phoebe,” I said, patiently. “Come on. Surely you know that.”“I guess so,” she said.“You had a rough go of things for a long time, but that’s all in the past, now,” I said, earnestly. “You’re a great mom and a great teacher.”She stared at me a few more seconds.“And I have a great boyfriend.”“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, smiling.“I wasn’t. The hands grabbing his ass were forceful and he loved the sensation of being taken . . . forced, which only cause him to grind his ass harder and harder against his dance partner."Uhmmm, the song's over. Would you like another dance?" Bryan was snapped back into reality."No . . . hell no! I was just dancing with you because . . . No." Bryan knew his defensiveness was transparent but he had to maintain his façade of defiance if only for his own sense of well-being.Back at the table, Mistress. I wanted to surprise her. We already had reservations for the next night, but a pre-anniversary luncheon seemed in order.I was singing, literally, as I pulled into the clinic's parking lot where she now worked as a lab tech. Heading inside, I went to the nurses' station and asked for her. It was the first time I'd been inside of the place."Oh, miss Iverson is out to lunch with Mr. Tyler," said the pretty young thing manning the station. The shock I felt immediately began to give way to feelings. We got back into the house and my sister immediately shed her coat and kicked off her boots. The foyer was a little cramped and as I was getting my coat off she rubbed her tight little ass right up against me. You can guess what happened.She looked over her shoulder and gave me a saucy grin, as Little Jake made itself known.“Is that because of me?” she asked innocently. I knew the proper response.“It’s only because you’re so pretty.” I grinned back at her.The summer when she was thirteen and I.