"This is madness. We shouldn'tbe doing this." "Why not?" the man asked as he watched his little son suckon his finger like a starving prisoner. "He ...oves it, and it's no sweatoff my nuts. Well, it is, but you know what I mean. It's free for me, itkeeps him entertained. I'm sure you know how hard it is to be a singledad. There aren't enough toys in the world to keep a k** this ageentertained for this long. But my ball sweat is free, and he loves theshit. He's just a little ball sweat. Petersen," she asked shyly, "I-I have another problem I hope you can help me with!!!" "W-what is it," he croaked, "I-I'll do my best to do what I can!?!" "It's just this," she replied innocently while pulling her skirt up around her waist, "when I caught you looking at my pretty panties, I couldn't help myself, but I got really wet, see, look at how damp my panties are!!!" You could actually hear the gulping sound in his throat as he now openly gaped at Becky's bulging panty clad lips!!! "You. My face turned red with embarrassment. I was still trying to think of a response but from my reaction he did not need me to say anything. He removed his dress shoe and black sock and the sole of his bare foot crossed on his knee was now pointing directly at me. It seemed like a gun or the launcher of a cruise missile was pointed right at me and I felt like a deer in the headlights. Except it was not death that was threatening me, it was pleasure. I had told myself that the lesson I learned. I blushed and lowered myself to the ground as gracefully as I could. The kaiseki is more than just a meal. It includes ritual greetings, hand washing and traditional music. Michiko knew the meanings behind each gesture and dish and patiently explained it to us in English. Each plate was artfully presented and the flavors were spellbinding. I was truly thrilled to be taking part in such special event. I felt Sasha’s hand on my leg, discretely under the table. He looked so happy. Michiko and I.