The shop was owned by awoman in her thirties. She had one son, in his early teens, calledSimon, who sometimes served in the store. Martha was amused w...en shewent in the store one day and caught Simon reading a set ofencyclopaedias."You out of comics, Simon?" she asked."The boy blushed a bit. "Yes, Mrs. Braithwaite. But I found these inthe back room and I got reading. My mother's uncle left them there." Anything interesting?" Oh lots, but some are a bit old fashioned."She smiled at him. "Well. I wandered over to Grandmother Thornton's house and knocked. I heard, 'Come in." She and Britt were sitting together on the sofa talking. I came up behind them and gave both a hug and a kiss. Grandmother Thornton said, "I was going over my crystal with your ladylove. I want the two of you to have as much as you want. My son and his wife don't care for it. I know Britt will give it a loving home. You will, too, Chad." She looked at me and I smiled. She said, "You're going to celebrate Britt's. “Mr. Thomas?” she asks from the doorway. “Is that a yes?”The man just can’t help himself. “Yes,” he says with a nod. “I can be there.”The joy on her face does not have words. Jasmine quickly writes down her address on a piece of paper, rushes over to his desk and hands it off. Before another word can be exchanged, she is rushing out the room.Mr. Thomas finishes up the remainder of his classes and leaves his papers needing grading on his desk. He rushes from the school to hop in his car. He gave. You know that her boyfriend dumped her three days ago, and now she is so horny she is ready to climb the walls, or go out and pick up a stranger!"My wife sounded really concerned. This really was a big problem – we didn't mind that our fifteen years old daughter fucks boyfriends, relatives and my business friends' but picking up strangers was taboo. We were worried for her health."Oh well," I said. "Jasmine will surely be disappointed, but what won't I do for our daughter."Now, Jasmine was an.