I looked out of the window and she was still there, but now she had eased her feet up into a position, for me to be able to get a better view, that wa... it, I had to stand up and let her see what she had done for me. So I stood up and moved towards my open window. She looked up when she saw the movement, but did not stop what she had started. My manhood was jumping by this time, but it that space of time, we had found common ground. I could see her eyes were on me and her tongue suddenly darted. Later, Lisa went on to Stanford on an Academic Scholarship. She didn't come home much, except when her father or I threatened to revoke her car insurance. During her senior year, no amount of persuasion could get her home. I even lied that, Richard was coming over. Something kept her in Palo Alto that year?About a week before she came home, was her father's "heart attack." We delayed the funeral until she was back with the family. Richard was off on a work trip, so Pamela and the girls came to. “I do wish we could get people to use a different alias than Smith. What is wrong with Jones? We could even use some Herrera for variety.”“Who is Herrera?” a baffled Elizabeth asked.“That’s Spanish for Smith.”“What are we going to do, Ramsey? She didn’t come here to make a collection like Sheila. She came here to get pregnant. Jack isn’t safe from her.”“I think we should play along for a while and see what the others come up with. Everyone was on a phone.” I kissed my wife and glanced. Oops, seems as if I've done it again."Nancy was snickering, but the other three were in stitches."Looks like it'll all have to come off. There's no other way to salvage this mess. I wish I was a better cosmetologist."With that, Nancy began to remove all of my hair, right down to the stubble. Next came that razor again."No need to hold her head for this Cissy. If she moves, I'll just lop off an ear."I was too scared to move.After she was through making my head as smooth as a cue ball, she rubbed.