’ It was a statement, not a question. Bill looked at her wearily and nodded. There was nothing else that needed to be said. ‘What can I do to help...you, Bill?’ It was a sincere offer. Bill stared out the window, lost in thought. Finally, she deserved an answer. ‘Just be here, Vera. I don’t know how I’m going to handle what’s coming, but I know I’m going to need you to look after things when I’m off in outer space.’ He grinned slightly as he said it. ‘You don’t even have to ask, Bill. We’ll all. “Look that’s...” She looked down directly at my penis and pointed at it. “...your penis.” She continued: “I have seen it many times before so stop trying to cover yourself.” She was right about thing though: she had in fact seen me shower when I was a boy. But last time she saw me naked was when I was maybe 9 or 10; which was way before I hit puberty.I gulped thinking how she was staring bluntly at me like that. I felt so ashamed and powerless that any sense of erection coming from my penis. And she was referring to being ready for more than just attending a party."Well I must say that outfit you picked up really does you justice." Thanks Michelle. You look very nice as well. I love that skirt."Michelle had chosen a denim miniskirt that barely reached mid thigh. The skirt was designed to look as though it had been constructed from a salvaged pair of jeans. It had a front button closure and zipper fly with riveted pockets. Tucked into the skirt was a tight white T-shirt with a. I really enjoyed last night's party, and lunch today was a real treat. The Baxter's don't seem like grown-ups at all - I wouldn't mind at all if they were my parents! Do you think they might want to adopt a daughter?"I squeezed her hand in sympathy; I knew that her relationship with her own parents never had been close or particularly affectionate; she had arrived ten years after her brother and was treated very differently. I changed the subject so that she wouldn't dwell on that one."And how.