He was unable to move. He looked wild-eyed up at the ceiling and tried to figure out what to do and was afraid to do anything. Finally, he drifted off...into an excited sleep filled with dreams of naked red headed women all waiting for him to step on them.The next morning Ruby awoke feeling rested. She was on her back and his right hand cupped her pussy. He was still asleep. For some reason it felt good to her, sort of reassuring, and even a little comforting. His hand comforted her. This was not. On one of the rare days I was working by myself, Dad called me into his office for a private chat. It seems he knew all along that I'd been corresponding with Harvey. At first I was a bit miffed at him, feeling that my privacy had been invaded, but once he explained that it was actually Harvey's therapist who told him we had spoken I felt somewhat relieved to know that I hadn't been spied upon. Dad went on to say how Harvey had made him the same offer to be able to speak with his doctors as he. As time passed, I became completely immune to these inconsequential reactions. In the words of the famous playwright, Edward Albee, ‘the small wars and major anxieties’ passed me by.Early on during a visit to the pub, I saw Bull. From our first encounter, I thought that he must have been a very good-looking young man. Don’t get me wrong, even as a man in his late forties he was still a hot man. Bull was a big and hefty daddy with an affable nature. Somehow, however, he always seemed to arrive. Kinda short, with red hair freckles and glasses,but very voluptuous under her Porn-tv t-shirt andjeans. “Uhh, why exactly do I need a fluffer? Won’t anerection kinda give me away?” he asked, taking a quickglance at her butt as she led the way. “Don’t worryabout that, the suit will hide any trace of physicalmasculinity. It will just make it a lot easier on youif you’re aroused.”Jill showed him to a chair in front of a makeup mirrorand he sat down..