The hands that I used to clutch onto Dan’s arm were trembling.“No, she doesn’t have cancer,” said Dan in a calm voice. “It’s not like that... Please, let’s go talk to Dad.”Dan obviously knew what was going on. He said it wasn’t cancer and I trusted him. But there was obviously something wrong, something important. Tara was clutching onto Dan’s other arm. Her face had gone white when I mentioned cancer. When Dan said no, her eyes showed a bit of relief but not much. Maybe I felt the same way, I. Boy could you not have been more wrong. Turned out she was just as weird as you, which was why you stayed together for almost two years, despite your lack of sustainability. Probably the one thing you had going for each other was sheer physical attraction, but it was just a matter of time before the lack of conversation on dates and lack of things in common tore you apart, and so it did. You wish you could say that it made you stronger, more confident, but you failed to keep your momentum. Go thank Miss Sylvia for punishing you and hurry up. You have wasted enough of my time today." "Yes, Sir," I said and grabbed a clean towel from the cupboard. Mistress Sylvia had slipped away and was finishing her shower. I waited for her to finish with my eyes on my Master. He was washing his hands and glancing at his watch. I knew the belt had only been the beginning of his punishment, but I was thrilled at the prospect of feeling his cum in my throat. "Is that towel for me?" Mistress Sylvia. I mean, well, I do love you Stephanie, but, well, it's Carl I lust after." The eternal triangle," Carl observed. "Only, well, I love Beth. Not that I don't love you, Stephanie." Everybody loves good old Stephanie," she observed wryly. "Only just not THAT way!"I gave her hand a squeeze. "Well, we'll just have to find the right girl for you!"Carl looked thoughtful. "It might be a boy. I'm not sure it's as simple as apples and oranges," he mused. "I mean, well, I love Beth, and I love you,.