I’m jealous!”“There’s an easy answer for that one, Jackie,” I said. “Start a firm and make him your partner!”“Lend me the money when I...graduate and I’ll do it!” she grinned. “But in all seriousness, I need to work for a firm and get licensed and get some experience under my belt before I do that. But whoever hires me, I’m going to make damn sure they hire Mr. Jeremiah Brown!”“Steve, are you considering starting your own company when you graduate?” Cindi asked.“It’s possible, why?”“I’d work for. Instead, now sheforced me to call her Ms. Beringer, her maiden name. In time, as webecame more Parisian, she made me call her Madame Beringer.Nighttime would come and there was no relief for me. My wife would retireto her bedroom, locking the door behind her. We had long stopped havingintercourse. Actually, two or three weeks into our wedding, she hadcurtly told me that intercourse with me was not pleasant and she didn'twant to do it anymore. No matter how I pleaded with her over the yearsthat. His hand was moving in what would be his lap, if he was sitting. Beth Ann hadn't understood at first."Jake? What are you doing?"He'd turned and she'd seen clearly just what he was doing. They'd been thirteen at the time, and she'd known about reproduction and all that, but she'd never seen an erect penis until then.Her brother's was, unknown to her, a prime example of a man's cock. It was about eight inches long, with a slight bend up and to the left. He was uncircumcised, which meant he didn't. "She sighed once, put on her glasses business-like, and strode over to me. She stood close and I could smell her perfume. "Dad, I may be your daughter, but I am a highly trained physician. If you have a problem with anything you can tell me about it."I winced nervously. "Well, it's sort of a male matter. Kind of private, dear."She smiled knowingly. "Can't even tell you how many of those I see a week."I was startled at her forwrdness. "Sarah--" Come on, Dad. Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can.