“Davey, is that you?” she squeaked while moving swiftly to hide behind her door. She pulled it open wide enough to poke her head out, her bright l...quid green eyes looking curiously up at me.“Um ... yeah,” I gasped out in a nervous stammer.“Davey, are you alright?” she asked while gazing at me quizzically.“Um ... yeah, sorry, Sis, um ... I didn’t mean to see anything, honest!” I blurted out.“It’s okay, Bro. I left my door open a crack by accident; it’s my fault, not yours. No worries.”“Um yeah,. Been thinkin' 'bout that 'ole of yours all week!" My wife gasped out loud. I knew that she found the sheer crude treatment a turn on. It was not something she would want all the time, but now and again she found it incredibly exciting!Matt directed us to where he lived, an old cottage on a country lane. He ushered us inside where he flopped into a tatty old armchair. He pointed at his groin. "Right darlin'! Fish it out and get suckin'!" Emily dropped to her knees and with shaking fingers. While my father wasn't havingany of this weird nonsense, even after we started on our trip.And it wasn't like he was deliberately trying to hurt my feelings. Iknew he loved me even when he was being a jerk, but my saying I had tobe the real me was totally hard on him. Like I was betraying all thethings I was suppose to be, and HE was less because of it.But I knew for sure he was going through hell since I disappeared.Probably thinking I ran away, and blaming himself for it. And I wasafraid that. She recently had to hire a front desk gal, Pixie, to answer the phones, take appointments and handle walk-in customers. She also hired a new ther****t, an American girl. Pixie, a short Chinese gal, very petite and about 25-30 years old. From what I’ve heard from the owner, both are very good. Of course she never discusses the 'extra services' either girl offers since she still claims her shop is 'legal and don’t do that kind of stuff'. Well I know firsthand she offers 'extra' services but I.