” “How would it do if I had to win by three throws or pin down to count of ten but you only have to do it once.” “Ok how should we dress? Tee...shirt and shorts?” “Perfect.”They agreed that they didn't want anyone to witness the contest so it must be out of the way or very private. “What about one of the rooms in my family hotel?” “Perfect” said John. “We can go in at different times. You can go first and txt me the room number.”They both turned up as agreed. Janice took off her overcoaat to. Extremely close. Sometimes even closer than the relationship you have with your spouse or significant other.Of course those close relationships are very different from spousal relationships. You don’t go to bed with your partner, for example. You don’t use each other’s toothbrush. You don’t take showers together. The words, “I love you,” aren’t exchanged.And yet there can most assuredly be “love” of a sort between some of these people. It can be the same in the fire service and military. It has. I literally would have killed to have that feeling again and again and again. It was like a rush of heroin. A narcotic turn on. For a child, that's a big thing to cope with, to process through a child's mental computer. After the spasms of intense pleasure (beyond pleasure), had subsided, the water rushing on the funny spot hurt like hell. I knew the playtime was over and I had to remove the hose or my little bottom (that's what my mother called my pussy, my "bottom"), would be blasted. "Cyrus, how do we handle this? He's our dad! We have to let her know that we know." Emma said."Emma, calm down." I said, as I turned back to look at her.Tears were welling up in her eyes. I could hear the tape reach the end, then stop then start auto-rewinding. I pulled Emma's head to my chest and began stroking it."It's alright. Everything is gonna be better from here on out. I have a plan." I told her."A plan? For what?" Emma asked."For Mom and Dad to get together. She has some time off.