Maggie turned, surprised to see them up in the loft. She could see the bulge in Travis’s jeans, then looking at her dad, he said “Now Maggie, I to...d you how poor we was and I need your help, baby. Travis here is willing to haul them calves for half-price if you can do him like you did me last week. So I want you to fuck him, OK?”“Daddy, no, please, no”, she pleaded. She knew it was hopeless. She always had to do what her daddy said.Travis stepped towards her, pulling off his t-shirt. He leaned. Yes, a long time ago, I went out with flyers and gave them to people. These flyers contained information about Men’s Issues and Men’s Causes such as Prostate Cancer, Male Victims of Domestic Abuse and other concerns. I did my editing of my erotic works surreptitiously, taking great care to avoid Susan. I also pondered what to do about this situation. I don’t think Susan’s statement about sexual harassment was a random one. I think she might be planning to make a false accusation against me. And. He had slung back the second drink in a heartbeat. I slowly sipped mine. I wasn’t worried if he got a drink ahead of me. I’d rather have more wits than fewer.“You and I know Sam was fighting with her girlfriend yesterday. Alex,” he said.“I do,” I said. “I know that it’s happened before. I know that when their fight lands in front of me, they make up and push it off as if they’re embarrassed.”Holding back on the magic was the only concession to dishonesty I would allow. Talking like a stark. “Good morning,” I said as they parted and both looked at me. I guess I never gave it a thought, but there I was standing there in the kitchen of my sister's new boyfriend, in just an oversized shirt with nothing else on. When I realized it, I must have turned red as could be. I didn’t know what to say or do.“My big sister is not very shy, Tom,” she sarcastically explained, “It’s not uncommon for me to find her naked at the front door. She is not afraid to show off her body, and as you can see.