One evening after dinner when Mom was in the kitchen, Jill and her stepfather were sitting on the sofa; Dan was reading the paper. Jill leaned over an... put her head in her stepfather’s lap—she wanted to be near his penis: she was so curious! She talked softly to her stepfather about her day at school and this and that, just chattering aimlessly, all the while moving her head slightly back and forth across her stepfather’s crotch. Soon she began to notice something increasing in size in her. He didn’t have a nagging mother to annoy him. Maybe that’s why.He didn’t look like he was sixty-something. Maybe mid-forties. It was the way he carried himself that gave her that impression; long, lanky strides, like a ... like a mountain cat. That’s it. No. There was more. Grandpa was quiet. Even in motion he looked quiet. He didn’t fidget or have restless movements. There was an air of pure calm around him, languid, unlike Mom who was more like a tornado.Rachael rolled off the bed and. He barely noticed these ones and continued to scan the streets. Hmmm he thought, no luck here, I’ll head around to the back of the college, to the trees lining avenue and bordering park, where the newer girls gathered. As he turned into the avenue and approached the park, one girl caught his eye straight away, under the trees, in the shadows, yet there was enough light to see that she was young, slim, wearing a tight, short dress and heeled, knee length boots. Her hair was dark and hung well. " You controlled my body when we first met," Caleb protested. "What is the difference?" I didn't realize, at first, that you were sentient. Our last record of this planet indicated no sentient species. Obviously, our records were outdated," the Companion explained, sounding like a kid that was caught, with his hand in a cookie jar, and was trying to justify it."When I saw her experiences," Caleb thought, deciding to leave that line of thought for another day, "there were dark spots that I.