You really did incest. No, not your brother. He’s like really old isn’t he? Well, thirty-nine is old to me, my father is that old for Pete’s sak....”“Okay I will consider it. But you will have to get me drunk first and then dare me to fuck him.”“I know, a fuck is just a fuck.”Heather came out of her room unexpectedly and saw me standing there. She asked, “How long have you been standing there you little pervert?”I replied, “Long enough.”She said, “Don’t get any ideas. I just told her that I’d. Minimal experience needed. Send resume to *******.The work was outside my area of expertise, but the promise of ‘good pay’ was more than enough to take a shot. I knew how to work a camera from some visual arts classes I took in college, so at worst, I could probably fake it pretty well if they were really interested in ‘minimal experience’. So I sent my resume in and went about my day.About four hours later, I heard my phone ding on the kitchen counter and knew that it was an email to my work. " She ran to me, threw her arms around my waist and kissed me deeply. She rested her head on my chest while holding on and whispered, "I'm yours. I want to be wanted." I lifted her chin with my hand and said, "I want you." She sobbed against my chest.I excused myself to shower and as I bathed I pondered that exchange, wondering if being wanted was her whole motivation. I briefly considered what neglect she must be going through married to that dickhead but then I decided I didn't care. . I heard you sit down on the leather sofa in front of me. “So when you fantasize about me, where are we? Always in the studio?” “No. Sometimes we are in the studio, but sometimes we are in bed together.” Could this be any more embarrassing? “Go on. How does it begin? Are you the seducer, or the seducee?” “You lead. I follow. I am working at the computer and you come up behind me and put your hands on me.” “Show me.” I lifted my hands to my breasts and began touching them the way I imagined.