I won’t say how and I want to tell you about my son. You can do what you want with the letter. I just need to tell someone to get it off my chest, a...d I can’t talk to anyone else about this.Nathan is almost finished high school, something he’s longed for, but the closer it comes, the unhappy he seems. His father wants him to work for him, to learn the business and work his way up so one day he can take it over. I think this is the source of the problem. Nathan isn’t a salesman type. He’s. (‘I thought about what was happening…I was in a new heaven. All the years of wanting to have sex with my mom were starting to happen. She figured out the ’dark room’ thing so she would never actually see herself having sex with her own son. Pretty smart. She had wanted to have sex with me for a long time, but there was no way for her to get over that ’taboo’ line without bad feelings. Now, because she would never see it…this satisfied her.’)Mom was thinking.. (‘….well this is working so good, I. Jeez her eyes were cold -- icicles would be warmer!That got everyone's attention."What intercom?" the ADA asked."The school's. Every office and classroom is connected. From the office we can use it to hear what's going on in any classroom. It's part of the security system. As a rule we don't eavesdrop, but if there's an emergency or some kind of disruption we can." I'd say this qualifies as an emergency," the younger cop observed wryly.I liked her. She was petite but muscular, a compact, busty. I guess daddy was my first "crush." I know that sounds weird and gross,but it wasn't. I think that all little girls want to take care of theirdaddies and make them happy. There was nothing sexual about it. I justwanted to feed him and pamper him and be the center of his world. Nothingwas better than sitting on his lap and watching a show with him, orfalling asleep with my head on his leg. Sometimes I would wake up as hecarried me to bed, and I felt just like a story book princess. He's sostrong.