I mean, Spike and I had been naked together abunch of times when we were eight and nine but this was different. Onthe other hand, it was Spike. "I gue...s," I said. I reached for my flyand then stopped. "Your folks?" She shook her head. "They've gone to visit my aunt in Preston.They won't be back until tomorrow." "Oh." I unzipped my fly but my cock was down my leg and Icouldn't get it out of my jeans without either taking my jeans off orhurting myself. Here was an excuse to stop, I told myself.. ."You may call me Alan when I'm dressed like that. How would you like usto make this night very special?" What... what do you mean?" Geoffrey stuttered hesitantly."I know how you feel about me. You have very pure and chivalrousfeelings. You have me most honoured. The least I can do for you is togive you what you've longed for since you came to live with us." But... I thought you were a lesbian?" I guess I could say I am. Listen, Geoffrey, this is rather complicated,and I guess we'll talk about. ”I didn’t want to tell her that those damn books were just a means to an end. That I had written four full-blown novels without so much as a publisher’s nibble. I wrote a Peachy Keen story, illustrating it myself, more or less, to suffice as a bedtime story for Stacy when she was barely out of diapers. Then, when she was in kindergarten, she took it to school for Show and Tell and the teacher (I can’t believe I’ve forgotten her name) was blown away and sent it to her brother-in-law, a publisher. I shake his hand very formally. ‘I’m Cassandra.’ ‘Nice to meet you.’ He says softly. He looks into my eyes. I’m paralyzed. Then he breaks the spell and continues taking stuff out of the box. I am reassured and mesmerised by the sure way his hands work with everything. He takes a large needle and a small vial and injects my foot even though I can’t feel a thing. Then he puts gloves on and cleans my foot with something that smells like alcohol. I watch in fascination as the needle threads in and.