..Daddy?”Each time it cycled around, Reagan thought more and deeper about the fantasy. He surprised himself by absent-mindedly going through a whole...bottle of lube masturbating. Like a small child's prayer at bedtime, every night in the darkness, Reagan would whisper out loud, “May I suck on you, Daddy?” before jacking off. It was a kind of sex life, he supposed. Though one-sided.Then Mr. Jackson moved into the apartment right across from Reagan's. The second floor bedrooms facing each other. The apparition turned tothe figure, floating down toward him, his outline becoming clear to Alex,backlit from the specter's glow. She hung in front of him and Alex sawthe man's head tilt up to face it. Fear grew within Alex, and his heartstarted to pound in his chest. He didn't know what he was watching buthe felt certain something was about to happen to the man.The apparition raised her hands to the sky as if summoning the stars, herradiance growing, casting a beautiful and bright silvery. ”“Can I ask you a question?”“Sure?”“Why aren’t you and Angie dating? She obviously really likes you and I’m pretty sure you really like her.”“Her choice,” I said, not wanting to say anything about her issue.“The dreaded ‘I just want to be friends’ response. Well, I suppose that’s good for me. Things can just progress naturally.”“So you want me to ask you out again?” I grinned.“Duh!” she laughed. “I don’t usually French kiss guys I don’t like!”“Usually?” I asked.“‘Spin the Bottle’ when I was. Admitting that it was her fault, she told her mom she had been punished once already, and had agreed, as payment, to please everyone that night, or whatever else Alex, or her mother for that matter, decided was appropriate.“Come up from there, Kaylie, sit. You obviously stumbled onto something that is not exactly normal. I am sorry they pulled you into doing things sexually. You are a young girl, and while Abby is just as young, she is part of our family and what we do here is very private..