"Thank you, Don," he said. "Now, at this point, I want to throw the floor open for public comment, but I expect it to be orderly. Everyone will have a...chance to be heard. We've provided microphones out there, and I would ask that you use them. Please line up behind a microphone, and we'll go from one to another."Mark shot out of his seat, but still was second in line for one of the microphones. When he finally got a chance to speak, he asked, "I want to come back to this idea of the treatment. “So now what?”“She’s not doing anything destructive or threatening to harm anyone, so her mom took her home. She has a follow-up appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow, but I suspect she’s going to resist.”“Do you think it would help if I asked her to go?”“I think right now it’s best if you stay a bit aloof. She’s blaming me, her psychiatrist, and the State of Ohio. I’d much rather have her upset with us than with you or her mom.”“Is she having a meltdown?” I asked.“No; this is just pure. But I could see you and you’re such a pretty girl and . . .” Ashley giggled. She tilted her head back, lips slightly apart, and breathed, “Oh, daddy. You were only jerking off, no biggie. Give me a kiss.” I leaned low to give her a fatherly peck, but she put an arm around my neck and pulled my mouth against hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into mine. I started to resist, but her hand had already slipped through the opening in my robe and found my cock. Resistance is futile, I. “You want me to sit next to you?” Sara asked.“Of course,”She came over on the seat until her hips were right next his, then she put her arm around his shoulder.“Hows that baby?” Sara said.“Great.”Sara kissed him on then neck, “This is gonna be a good night.”They drove over to Pamela's place in Edwardsville, it was a medium to small house, painted white with green shutters. He nervously walked with Sara to the front door and rang it.Pam opened the door and said, “Welcome you guys, come on.