It wasn't really until then that I started to think about Doreen and the possibility of what might happen between us. Of course, the signs were there ... I just hadn't been looking for them. Anyway, I started to have the occasional wank with Doreen as the object of my fantasy.Early in the new year, I had to write a report for work. It was quite complex and I found I couldn't concentrate on it at the office or at home. So I set up a temporary office in Doreen's spare bedroom. There was much less. We lived the good life until my dad suddenly passed away. He was a businessman and not a very good one at that it turned out. He was deeply in debt and after he passed my mom and I had to move into town into a tiny apartment and she had to go back to work. But living together in such an intimate little place like that opened up a whole new world for me at least.It all started innocently at first. It was the summer before my senior year in HS, I used to stay up late on the sofa watching HBO. The plants aren’t dead and the mail is neatly stacked on the dining room table. ‘Place looks nice.’ Then he takes me in his arms. ‘Thank you for watching my house,’ he says in my hair. ‘Sorry I’m too tired to thank you properly.’ ‘I told you I have a special plan.’ ‘You aren’t going to ‘help’ any more, are you?’ I look innocent. ‘No, uh-uh, not me.’ I lead him a little ways toward the bedroom. ‘Now here’s the deal. You go in there and get undressed. I’m not going to undress you because I’m just. “Fuck, yeah! Face it, honey ... every woman left on Earth either belongs to you or wishes that she did! And I seriously would be a fool not to lobby for a chance to sleep with you on a regular basis, just like Taylor and Britney and Miley and Ariana ... and whoever else gets to do so! Are you gonna add some actresses, too, besides the ones who are also divas, I mean? I would be shocked if Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jennifer Lopez didn’t end up in your bed more often, at least. Maybe you should.