Well, that and clothes, and makeup,and friends, and whatnot.Okay ... I should clarify that I was usually the one talking clothes andmakeup, since Kath...was still having trouble getting with the program.But I was doing my best to get a few simple concepts through her thickred-headed skull. Our Thursday session was typical. I was doing hertoenails in preparation for the next day's events, and she was beingher usual uncooperative self."I don't know why you have to keep harping at me about this,". “But I want her so badly,” I cried. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way, and it’s killing me that I do.”“Do you want me to make you feel better?” she asked.“Yes,” I said.“Go downstairs and wait for me to call you,” she said.As I walked out of the room I saw her putting the box back in the closet, and looking through Jacy’s clothes. By the time I got downstairs I was consumed by rage, not at the possibility of my daughter having sex, but rather at myself. All I did was talk about my desire. That would be for graduate school and beyond. ———- Suzanne did not face the dilemma concerning what to do about her portion of the money from the photo shoot. Some of it she could spend easily enough on new equipment. She made plans to buy a new car and replace the lemon she was driving now. She needed something that would be practical for her work, either a small SUV or a minivan. There were college debts she could pay off. She could finish paying off her furniture. There were credit card. I want my dream to come true tonight," she stood up, and sat back down on me. This time facing me, her breasts right against my mouth.My hands moved slowly up her sides, until I cupped her yearning breasts in my hands, "Is this what you need... sister?" I squeezed her breasts in my hands.Her young body shook with delight, "YES!" she moaned out with joy. Her sexy green eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clinched together, "Oh Jerry. Yes. Yes," she moaned, and her hands covered mine, showing me.