Helping Suzanne with her homework did not take him back to his high school days; it took him back to his recently completed days at Stanford. Every c...ass Suzanne had was advanced placement and she loved learning more about her subjects than the scope of the classes.Another trait that she shared with her mother was an impulsive impatience. If either of them wanted something, it had to be right then and not one moment later. Suzanne finally figured out that her mother was the one who called. "You kids have fun," I said. "Mary and I have some things to do." It was already approaching ten. We had to be down at Sparks Stadium to start getting ready for our bodyguard tryouts. Earlier this week, I had met with all the police organizations in Pierce County and ordered them to send up to three beautiful cops from their organization to be potential recruits for our bodyguards.I left the teens making out, madly, and went to find Mary. She was still in bed with George and Shannon. Shannon. "My ribs were still moving. I know this because I remember what happened next, and there's no way I'd remember that if I'd passed out, which meant I was breathing, which meant my ribs were still moving.She said "You need some more attention ... don't you?"I could not believe she was talking to my penis. It was just freaking bizarre. Of course I hadn't a clue as to how bizarre things were going to get.Until she leaned forward and I felt the heat of her mouth as it closed over my shaft. Something. " They do it every day when dad's home. And usually more than once." But aren't they too old for that?" Apparently not."Lizzie is smart. Which means that I shouldn't have been surprised when she made the intellectual jump and asked me her next question. But I was surprised."What does he do when he's away? When he's in Australia."I looked deep into Lizzie's eyes before I finally answered. But her brain had already figured it out before I spoke. Mind you she in no way had accepted it. "He sleeps.