" Stef shook his head in disgust.Turning to Ed, the dark haired man introduced his friend, telling him to ignore Phineus. Stephan explained that he wa... a painter, producing primarily nudes. He and Phineus were searching for a man with a certain look, a look that Ed filled admirably. What the painter wanted was an older man who had a refined air to polarize the blonde's coarse youth.Ed admitted that it was a very flattering offer, but he really didn't have the time, with all the papers he had to. She looked upset and petulant at the same time.Mac dropped the cannon and pulled her into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her.“You’re a fake,” he said, smiling into her face, “and I love you.”Lisa groaned as she felt his next question forming in his insatiable mind.“If he didn’t kill you the second time,” he asked, an instant later, “what happened to the ‘other’ you – the one who came back.”“I’m right here,” Lisa said quietly. “The original ‘me’ died. The universe straightens itself out. That was my opening."Dad, would you let me show you?" I asked. "Would you let me give you a blowjob?" I looked into my father's eyes and hoped that he'd say, "yes"."OK, Chad, I'll let you show me what it's like to have another guy touch my dick and take it in his mouth," my father replied. He seemed very open to the possibility of letting me be sexually intimate with him. I had no illusions. My father wasn't gay. He hadn't shared anything that made me even feel he might be bisexual, but that. You don’t have to pile it on.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘So where do we start?’ ‘Who’s the competition?’ he asked. The competition? Oh. ‘Two recently-graduated, young men with very good prospects. Starting to climb the corporate ladder from the very … middle. Their daddies own the businesses. ‘They’re both quite good looking, intelligent, personable, socially adept and from lovely families. Two highly-qualified specimens of marriageable manhood. Both do very well with the ladies.’ ‘They sound delightful. Maybe.