The guy who caused the scar ... what?" The guy who caused the scar. Who was he?" asked David."The laser operator ... I had three hairs growing out of ...his mole." What mole?" This one," Connie said."Tell me something, Connie." If I can." Are you an heiress?" What do you mean?" Do you have a great grandparent or uncle that couldn't stand his kids and left everything to you?" Everything?" she asked, "You mean like great great uncle Mort Snerd. Never met him but when I was nine there was a lot of. " I was still held firmly in his arms, and realized that is exactly what I wanted as well! "Call me Mike, but now I have to go home." Right at the front door he kissed me again and I went in to see dad standing there. He had seen the whole thing. "Have a nice time Janet?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, it was wonderful dad." "That's nice. You better go to bed now." That's it! I went to bed and dad went to his room. Kelly came over the next morning. Mom told her to just come on up, and caught me at. But with a valiant effort, she tried to put her lustful thoughts aside, jumping out of bed and taking a look around. The disorienting things were too many to count - where was she? And who was this cute, slender but muscular young man staring at her in the mirror with the nice abs and the prominent hard-on? She moved her right hand up to her hair, and saw the man move his hand up to the dark hair that hung down to his defined cheekbone. He was handsome in a delicate way, and he looked familiar. He knew what he was doing. He pointed the cutting edge of the knife away from me. The fabric tore audibly. “Down on the floor,” he said, fumbling with his trousers. I had my hands on my knees, legs open, palms facing up, and I waited. “Kiss it,” he said. He meant the knife. My face reflected in the shiny stainless steel. I kissed the cold metal. His fingers threaded through my hair. He yanked the roots hard, and he pulled my head up. His fingers forced my mouth open. He aimed the blade past my.