That’s kind of what you’re doing with double-entry accounting.’ ‘Shit. Why didn’t they just say that?’ He shrugged. ‘It sure is easier t... know what to do when you understand why you’re doing it.’ He nodded. He didn’t talk a lot. ‘Why couldn’t they just say that?’ ‘Understanding things is easier if you can see them in a context you already understand. They don’t have you one on one, so they can’t tell if the metaphor worked for you. I have the advantage of trying out as many metaphors as I need. Was my son gay? Bi?It just didn't make sense.I waited a couple minutes, turned on the tracker on my phone and went to my car.I followed him.It was only a five-minute drive, but to one of the poorer areas on the edge of our school district.I was a history teacher in the same school as my son. I'd also coached basketball until two years ago when I removed it from my schedule to grieve my wife's death, and I still didn't have the fire to resume coaching.According to his phone, Ben was inside a. "You might want to hold the box in front of you." She gestured at the front of his jeans, he blushed deeply and covered himself as he walked awkwardly to the counter.Anne's hands were shaking from adrenaline and arousal, her heart was beating like a jackhammer and her pussy was utterly on fire. Not over the teen himself...he really wasn't her type, and she only had eyes for Kevin...she realized she was getting off on the way she handled the situation...on thepower she had over someone who had. "Well, we both agreed that the chance of anyone watching us right now is slight, but what if they were? What if a man or indeed a woman was watching our masturbation? What do you think they would be doing?" she said."Bringing themselves off," I replied, "or phoning the cops!" I added, laughing."... and what do you think they would want us to do?" Anne continued.I thought for a moment putting myself in the place of this virtual voyeur we were imagining. "I think they would want to see more." I.