There has to be more to the story than this, more that a young man can know about his father." The more Rick Danfoss spoke about this, the more upset ...e became.The Congressman expressed surprise at Rick's claim, but promised to check into it to determine what, if anything, he could learn. He cautioned that any information forthcoming may take some time to uncover, but promised to report on the inquiry as soon as he could.As politicians do, the Congressman assigned one of his young staffers to. If spice is what she needs spice is what she shall have. I took a trip to the local market, to the Caribbean food stall run by a fellow called Baron Samedi; he plays the part, it must be good for business. I asked for his hottest chilli, to which he knowingly leered "You need to put some fire back in your life, mon?" which was followed by a deep and annoyingly infectious guffaw. "You wan' dis," he said handing me a small, heart-shaped fruit. "The Scotch Bonnet. Wherever it takes you, tell me. Chelsea unlocked the door and I stepped inside. I was ushered into the living room by Chelsea: "Get yourself comfortable, Sarah will be in to sort out your wank in a minute." As I looked around the living room, I realised I was in heaven. Well, what heaven looks like to a knicker thief and pervert like me anyway. Every visible surface was covered with the two girls underwear, drying on two large airers in front of the electric fire, over the radiators and all over the floor as well. Thongs,. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. I saw little sharp points under her shirt.“Ms. Henderson, this is my son Derek. I told you about him.Derek this is Ms. Henderson, your new math teacher.”“Hi, Ms. Henderson. I sure do like your little red car, that thing is so pretty.”“Thank you, Derek. Your mom tells me you’re a math whiz. I’m looking forward to having you in my class.”She looked at my shorts, and I looked down, then slid off the stool to sit at the table. My damn dickhead was sticking out.