We'd come close enough to getting caught, but obviously it wasn't enough for Tammy.She texted me the following morning. Which in turn led to quite a d...tailed conversation about our sexual interactions the previous evening and late night the previous day. I felt myself getting turned on, but knew better, and simply dropped it, saying I had things to do. I said she could text or call me later.That night, I was at the house with my step-daughter. My wife had gone to work on her overnight shift,. Inthe envelope were handwritten cards and notes from the staff, thevolunteers and the clients at the reading center. The lovely cards thestaff and the volunteers were really appreciated, but Mary and I lost itreading the notes from the clients. Some of these folks had the mostprimitive writing skills and little grasp of English, but that didn'tstop them from expressing their heartfelt wishes for Mary's speedyrecovery."Dear Mary Lanier," one began, "your Danny loves you and we love him. Hetakes. To have Manjula be the one watching — at that thought, his cock rose like a tower. Cut the thought, he told himself sternly, she didn’t say she wants to watch you, just the videos themselves.“You want me ... to show you ... pornography?”“I feel the biggest divide between east and west is actually about sex. I come from a country where pornography is illegal, and I am now in one where everybody seems to be influenced by it. I need to understand it. And I need ... I need,” she said, shyly, “a boy. .lovely but not as innocent asshe looks...oh you will always know what I have done to you...as willyour mother...but no one else will. Everyone else will only know you asCassandra. You have the memories of growing up as Cassandra....yourfirst doll....your first puppy love...your first period...your firstkiss...your first boyfriend...and your first lover. Now open youreyes."Cassandra did as she was told."Tell me your name," he ordered."I'm Cassandra Strasburg," she replied automatically."See how.