Not a one of ‘em said a damn word to him and most wouldn’t meet him in the eye.“Maybe we were wrong about you.”Leo heard the harsh, gravelly v...ice just as he was about to turn into his quarters. He didn’t need this shit. All he wanted was to get back to his quarters and hit the rack. It had been a long fucking day and he didn’t need anyone to make it any longer.He turned to see who was talking shit to him, but he didn’t recognize the man. Of course, it was sometimes difficult to tell them apart. After some dickering and despite his reluctance, her determination won him over. She sat in his chair wrapped in his stained cloth, and he thinned and shaped her hair so she could easily tie it back."Cleanest hair I ever cut," he said as he stood back and admired his work, his wide-toothed comb in one hand and thin-bladed razor in the other, his floor littered with auburn shards. He handed her a mirror and she looked at herself, left and right, her mouth a thin line. It was a real change, and. His protestations fell on deaf ears, I was having nothing off it, mostly because I wanted to be spied upon, a trait that even today as a woman I engineer.'Next time daddy, have the courtesy to say so', and the expression on his face just changed, I mean, how many men are confronted by their teenage daughters telling them its OK to watch them masturbate, but then again, how many girls are aware their daddies are.As I turned to leave he said, 'Make sure you clean and put back in their right. We discussed rules, and basically agreed that no-one was allowed to take Patrick’s time with me, so he comes first. It was to be a physical affair only, not an emotional one, and I must be prepared to discuss details with him, but only to the extent that I was comfortable with, not where I feel I’m demeaning the other person.The sex had to be protected and I then need to allow him the same freedom should he find someone. We both know it would be harder for me to accept than it would be for him..