It wasn’t working. He had them sit in the living room while he went into the bathroom to take a couple of pills. Bill was in good shape and the girl... noticed that right away. In the summer heat of another August in Palmdale, nobody really wore much more than they had to. The girls were a little disappointed that Bill was wearing as much as he was, which was only a pair of shorts and a tank top. Cindi, by comparison, just wore a bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. And Amber may have. Still, the sly looks and knowing grins he gave me always made me blush. I continued wearing nothing but baggy shirts and sweaters whenever I wasn't in uniform. I wanted desperately to hide my developing body from his lustful eyes.That changed on Thanksgiving, though. For a family event like that I would be expected to dress nice. I ended up choosing one of my Sunday church dresses, a pretty red affair with a pattern of yellow flowers on it. It reached down to just above my knees, was. Lord knows it isn’t a highly paid profession, but I got by. I have a few regular customers for my massage practice, and I learned early on to offer what my clients wished, to do otherwise was a sure path to failure. So I have served women all my life, and most recently, a few male clients. Now I do prefer the women, but I don’t find the male responses distasteful, so that really wasn’t a problem. But it was to Lee, my wife. One day I came home from the school I teach at. The instant I walked in. “No, of course not, I was just wondering. Can you tell me about life in Sodom and Gomorrah, or have you forgotten it?"She lay down her head and closed her eyes. After a moment she said, “I remember it as if it all happened yesterday. Would you like to hear about it?”“Yes, I would.”She opened her eyes. “There is one thing I need to clarify first. In the bible, it says my sister and I fucked our father so the family line could continue.”“Oh, shit, I am sorry about that,” I said not being able to.