The rest of her mom's text wascritical of other areas of her life.Text from Brad was not critical, but he was not happy with the waythings were going ...etween them-Beth wondered if anybody liked her. Bradwas not happy about their physical relationship. He also felt that shewas becoming a drag on his social life. The message was clear, sheneeded to start doing more sexually or she was history. The new Bethwas thinking maybe he should be history and mom might be right abouthim.There was text. But then after a minute, she wonders, should she be waiting in her proper position? She stands, spreads her legs apart with her hands behind her neck.Donald, showering and dressing, isn’t watching her on his monitors and does not get to see her sitting and then jumping to position. It is a shame as it would have brought a grin to his face.He enters the room and does smile as he sees Emma in the proper position, without having to be told.He tells her to sit on the bed and then lay on her back. Her eyes were moist when she looked back up at me. “I don’t know. A couple of the glyphs look familiar, but I have no clue what they mean,” she said sullenly.Sandi watched nervously as I touched my right index finger to her forehead and my left to her temple. I set it up so the touches would unlock what she learned in her dream last night. “Look again,” I said softly.She did, her sullen look slowly changing to one of incomprehension and finally excitement. “Oh, my God, I can understand it,” she. They had begun tearing up.“Mr. C, I need to know what an orgasm feels like!” She went on to explain how she had never had had an orgasm and how every boy/man she had ever been with had been unable to give her one. This included my son.She explained how she and my son had come home early the week prior to hear my wife and I going at it. “My god, Mr. C., she was screaming SOOOO loud and she seemed to be coming constantly. I need to know what it feels like and I need it to be from you.”Shocked, I.