It had a bedroom, a kitchen, a pantry, an outhouse in the backyard, a sitting room or living room, and a room I could use for storage. Small and tight... perfect for a bachelor.Still, I would have to come up with the money. The owner wanted it sold, and would not take payments. His agent was the owner of the mercantile I had bought my clothing from. Now I had to get back to my own time, to procure the money I would need to buy the house. It had been on the market for sometime, so I was not. Elizabeth had to know the truth. One day, she created a persona on one of her favorite boards and posted a question. Was something wrong with her? Were there really other girls who were attracted to their dads? The replies petered in slowly over the next few days, and she found herself engaging in several conversations at once. The end result was that she was convinced that no, she was not crazy. There were lots of girls who felt like she did, and several who acted on these impulses, and. "Giggling even more, Kim hesitantly showed me the screen, and I was astonished to see a picture of a huge cock."That's from one of the boys miss. He wants to fuck me, and he keeps sending me pictures of his cock. I bet you'd like to be fucked by that miss, wouldn't you. I bet you'd love that deep inside your pussy miss."I couldn't believe one of my pupils was talking to me like this, but I have to admit I was turned on by both the picture, and also by this sexy girl talking like this and her. My life took a complete turn around the following morning. The first thing that happened -- probably around ten-past-nine -- was the Human Resources people at Cartwright's rang me and requested that I call into their office at my earliest convenience. They would not actually specify a reason they were making the request, but I suspected that they were going to offer me my job back.Then, while I was still getting all spruced-up -- so that I could get my arse down there before they changed their.