I want to take you upstairs." She looked nervous again. " I don't... I don't know what to do." " Don't worry. I'll show you." " Well... ok. Yes. Ok." ... Sure?" " Yes."I took her hand and led her up the stairs, into my bedroom, where she lay expectantly on the bed. " Have you ever seen a hard cock, Megan?" " No. Well... no." My hands moved to my jeans, slowly unfastening the buttons there. " I'm going to show you mine. I want you to put it in your mouth." I slid my jeans and shorts down my. It was only February eighteenth, and while we had scattered sun-breaks a few times a week, we were still going to get a lot of rain. A huge canvas awning had been erected from the top of the pavilion out across our scaffolding, so unless the wind started blowing toward the building, the wall would stay dry. It was forty-six degrees, which was fine for marking things, but was less than we could tolerate for painting. Everybody was pretty bundled up.When I finally got to the top left corner of. But I also know you don't like your women completely subservient or easy. I plan on making you work for me, Holland. Just like you had to work for Mother."Holland pushed Marianne on to her back. The two wrestled playfully. Their touches became longer. His lips brushed hers and she pulled him close."How did she manage to pull all this off?" Holland asked, his curiosity taking over for a second."Do you know how much money you have?" Miriam asked, seeming to evade his question."Not really," he. "You didn't even have to bring her back." No, I didn't," he agreed -- and I learned right then and there that Jack was a nice guy."We're going upstairs," Beth announced, daring me to say something. No, my little girl is no fool. She might not be gifted, but she's not an idiot -- she inherited my common sense. She knew EXACTLY what she had and what she needed to do to protect it!I couldn't improve the situation, so it was time to back off; I nodded to Jack and said, "Good night, then," and left.