Why am I easy?Because you like rice, silly!Ah, I see. I am easy because I eat Filipino food.Of course! I cook like I cooked for my father and you eat ...t. Easy!Will you let me help clean up the supper plates.No, I will not. You read or watch TV. I will clean up and then I will shower. After, maybe you will shower too?Oh, OK, sure. I don't have to ask what she has in mind. I think I know. But do I want to? She's a minor. She's pretty and probably willing, but that isn't the point. When I was a. Steven smiled at Alexis as she began to trace the faintest little circles on his balls with a brightly painted nail. He heard a click on Carly’s end as she switched her phone to speaker mode, and he did the same. “What would that be, bad girl?” “Are you hard?” Alexis was momentarily startled as she heard her daughter’s voice come through the phone. This is something new, she thought, and ran her tongue over Steven’s thigh. “I’m always hard when I get these calls, baby,” Steven replied,. Finally after I wait for a few minutes she rises from the recliner and heads for the door calling over her shoulder and telling me to have a good day. As the door closes behind her I wait for the sounds of the car being started and hear it pulling out of the drive way. I permit my self a bit of a happy dance as I head to my room and flop onto my bed, reaching for my cell I call Terrence and ask him if he's ready to come over . We agree on a time and I hang up to get ready . It's supposed to be. .”“Why stop him? Do you need extra help in the kitchen?” John raised an eyebrow questioningly.“No,” Dion shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable under John’s intense gaze. “Because I thought you and he...”“There is no he and I, Dion. There’s only you and I. Understood?”Something in John’s tone bore no contra-argument. Dion nodded. John continued to keep him there, with a thoughtful expression on his harsh face.“Dion,” John started. “It was a nice surprise, but let’s leave it at that. Did I want to.