On Dad. They did get along famously, and bothworked real hard over the summer when the tourists came around for theirantiquing vacations. During the...week in winter, dad catered to the locals.He was usually home by three o'clock to make us dinner.In the past, Uncle Pete slept in the back room of the diner because it wasconvenient for him when he had to open the place at 6AM. This summer, theydecided to turn the back room into a little antique store and had hiredsomeone from town to watch over. He also found some extra sets of keys there as well. So when she delivered her brush to him, to be used for her own punishment, Jason had her sit up facing him. He leaned down and kissed each breast. Her nipples were beautiful, like long pencil erasers standing proud just waiting for his tongue. Her nipples had always been sensitive. She had on more than one occasion made herself cum just by playing with them. Jason flicked them with his fingers. It sent chills down her spine. When he grabbed. "He seemed to be taking this well. This made one of us.I had to ask. I didn't want to, but I had to ask. "Did they give you a prognosis?" Good," he said. "Better than fifty percent. Well, what the Doc said was 'well better than fifty percent'. You know those guys, they won't put a better number on it. But it's not one of the more virulent strains of leukemia, and they caught it early."He was optimistic. Chipper, even. Me? Death. That's all I could think about. I'm seventeen years old, looking. "I know, I noticed when I was watching you over the past few days. I just still seem to be amazed by it." She replies. I smirk, "You're amazed by the sun, but you're just perfectly okay with being in a boys house, in another universe? Seems a bit odd." I say the last part slightly under my breath. She looks at me and says bluntly, "Well, this universe isn't very different. As for being in your house, I know you couldnt harm me even if you wanted to." I'm slightly taken aback by her words,.