She grimaced slightly at the bitter taste. "Ugh! As with all medicines, I guess I must accept the bitter in order to receive the sweet relief from the...pain." She took another sip. "Diamanté! Please take pity upon me and allow me a brief freedom from this walking prison. There is no one to see. Please? I wish to continue our conversation and hope that you would explain something to me."The familiar heat emanated from the bracelet around her wrist and the brightness of the firelight seemed to dim. After work I went home, got myself cleaned up and Pops sent me his address. On the way there, of course traffic was horrendous and as luck would have it, road construction also. At least I knew I had some fun to look forward to when I got there.I call Pops “straight” because even though he likes having sex with guys, “none of that kissing shit”. No problem here, even though I like to make out with a guy, plenty to do otherwise. Good thing, the pictures he had sent were accurate to who he was. In her hands she held her school jacket, the one thing that had been covering her up outside in the corridor. Steeling her courage, she tossed it aside and walked towards Mr. Slater. He swallowed and stuttered as he stared at her braless teenage breasts, bouncing half in view."Taylor! Your ... blouse!", was his strangled words and only then did his eyes finally meet hers. She stood in front of him, looking a little uncertain but meeting his gaze."I was thinking, Mr. Slater, Sir...", she. Presumably, he had come from the same door I had used. "Did you find anything?" he asked me."I went all around the house, but I didn't see anything that could have made the house shake." Thunder can sometimes happen this time of year, but the sky is clear, so that wasn't it," he said.Dad, of course, needed to make his own inspection, so I left him to it and went back inside. I hoped he didn't tromp over the protective circle too much and weaken it. As soon as I was through the door, Mom asked.