Later I'll take care of you." I stalked off to the den to read the paper and let Sandy stew for a bit.Dinner was served with a false sense of normalcy...on Sandy's part. She took great pains to act like nothing had happened or would happen. I chatted amiably, and let her think that I had forgotten. I hadn't forgotten. I never forget.When dinner was cleared and cleaned up, Sandy started to get comfortable in front of the TV. "What are you doing?" I asked."Watching TV," she replied."No you're not.. " Ugh! What a great "free afternoon" to look forward to ... This was the type of thing my guys at school would use to complain about their parents – they called it "BEGGING" ... as in, "Oh, my Dad is such a Beggar – he's making me mow the back yard!"Nevertheless, I coasted thru that morning at school, then when the Bus stopped at the usual corner, I jogged home, thinking about that ham sandwich I was going to make ... and NOT thinking about pushing a Vac all around the house. After lunch, I. One morning, she did open the door and there was a pause in her step before she walked out, but of course it was too risky to move my head into view or use a mirror or reflective surface to see where or what she was looking at. To be honest, it was getting quite frustrating. I couldn't risk her realising for certain that I wanted her to see my cock! She could say something to someone, especially my GF, but this was the only thing I really wanted from Lisa. By the way, she is a lovely girl, bit. "Within a week or so, that should take effect. Now I'm free. Now I can be myself again." What does that mean?" Gina asked."You'll see." The next day, he presented Gina with an envelope. "Hello, darling," he said kissing her on the cheek.Gina was shocked at the kiss. Up until now, he had never done more than shake her hand. She opened the letter. It was an IQ test result, with Ben's name printed on the top. The score was a mere 140. Gina looked up at him. "I don't understand." I lowered my IQ.