If you are so determined to show me what you have got I want you to show us both. Show us how you pleasure yourself.”Lifting her up he sat her on th... desk and left her to stare at him.“I cant do that.”“Why ever not. You have just don e it outside so that others can see. Why not now for the two of us? Surely this would be better. No distractions, no other men around, or is that what you want, more men. Now, now Sarah that’s just plain greedy.”Both men had moved over to the small sofa and sat. Andrea was smitten with Anne and Jan, and when they arrived it seemed like my pool was always full of giggling girls, followed soon by boys. I watched them like a hawk, and Jen laughed. “What are you going to do when your own daughter grows up?”I didn’t like the idea the least little bit. Daughters were supposed to stay young forever, and love their daddies. “Well by the time that happens, I hope there will be a few more for me to concentrate on.” That got me an extra nice kiss.We did another. And so, I am doing what I know...writing. I am writing you out of my mind. Not out of my life, for I would like to remain friends. But I am purging, spring cleaning in a manner of speaking. Please don't hate me. I can already see a tear in your eye. You feel betrayed, confused. Although those feelings were never my intention, I can understand that you feel that way. I warn you now, this isn't going to get easier. I am going to get very descriptive about my feelings, my thoughts. All I can ask. She'll be in good hands. What happened?"He rubbed the tears from his cheeks."She was ... walking back from lunch. A cab ... the cabbie ... cops said he had a heart attack, jammed the accelerator, hit her just before she reached the curb. She ... she was thrown 30 feet through the air. She was ... she was ... so broken..."Just hearing the words, without seeing it, made my stomach turn."Mr. Davidson?"Bret Wallinsky was a tall Brit, wire haired, big nosed, and the most beautiful thing I'd ever.