”“Good day, then?”“Yeah. Those kids astound me, though...”“What’d they do today? Differential calculus?”“You’re going to have to S...OW me differential calculus one of these days, bud,” she laughed. “Or quit using the term to impress the ignorant.”“So where are we going?”“I feel the need to celebrate,” she said. “Perhaps a commemorative tattoo.”She KNOWS how I feel about tattoos, so when my eyes snap right to look at her, she’s got that epic smirk that I’ve seen before.“Gotcha!” she laughed.. “Oh, my God! You remembered. I thought everyone forgot,” Brittany said.“And, like the little brat you are, you weren’t going to tell anyone. Did you plan to pout and make everyone feel bad?” I demanded.“Um ... No ... Maybe.”“You’ve been manipulating everyone for a year now because you were jailbait. Now you’re sixteen. What do you think you’re going to hold over Sophie’s head now?” I asked.“Sophie? You know I love you, right?” Brittany whimpered.“Oh, yes, baby girl. And you know I’m going to. The only other place I kind of felt free to talk about such things were in special AOL chat rooms like “Walked in on daughter,” or “Family.” There was a certain feeling of liberation telling strangers your darkest desires, but I was cautious about it since I had no idea who I was really talking to.I guess this brings to the week of March 24th 2006. That week was going to suck, because Jacy was going to be gone. She was going to spend a week with my brother, his wife and their kids. Normally I’d. I waited a little while, and then sneaked into the bathroom with one of my stories to give myself a pull. I read the story and came off in my hand. I got up and went to bed. I fell asleep quickly now that the pressure was off my balls, but I woke up a little while later. Jill wasn't in bed. She must be in the bathroom. I saw a crack of light coming from the bathroom and suddenly felt a little voyeuristic.What the hell, I thought, and I got up to spy on my wife in the bathroom. I didn't expect.