I'd taken a philosophy course or two and they'd forced me to ask the really tough questions. So it was here.What made me happy? Well, getting laid on ... regular basis, that was obvious. I don't think I was happier than when I was having sex. I didn't even have to come, though I much preferred sex when that happened to those times when it didn't. But what else?I got some pleasure in helping people, but most girls did. Scientists had concluded that women were natural caregivers. Back in. Lying there, just as he was, watching her undress. She wasn’t putting on a show or anything; she was just undressing as normal but more slowly as if her mind was elsewhere. He watched each garment come off until all that was left were her white panties. He watched her take them off and walk across to the laundry basket. He wondered if Philip would have just lain there like a silent onlooker as he was doing. He would no doubt have had an erection like he had but he couldn’t imagine him, or any. I found this k** havin' a pee,don't know who he is.I scared him and he missed the toilet"'Dad' let out a throaty laugh and slapped the boy on the bum.What WAS it with him and bums?"Is that right,then? Well,k** don't sweat it,Chris 'ere is always missing the toilet.Finish up and I'll wipe the mess up"Well,as much as I wanted to finish I could hardly do so with a k** AND his dad stood there watching me.So without even shaking off the drops I quickly popped percy back in his shorts and then turned. “They actually hired a house mother for the weekend, you remember that I guess?” Melanie asked.“Sure, it was Robert Conners wife. Is her name Janine?” he replied.“Yes, and she’s something of a legend around campus now,” since the MAD frat party, Melanie thought. She asked him, “Can you do something for me?” “So you mean before I pick you up for the barbeque?”There was a sigh on the other end of the call and then Melanie said, “I have to stop Dean Veronica from some dubious scheme, I don’t know.