" For me?" Mmm Hmm. You were right, I was too smart to be with other human beings. But consider it from my viewpoint. It would as if you were the only...person in the world, surrounded by talking monkeys. Oh, they're lovable enough, but you can't really treat them like equals. Perhaps if I'd been born with a hyper-IQ, the socializing process might've integrated better, but that's neither here nor there. Now I'm just me again. No longer a child psychologist, no longer a sinister world dictator. "What do you mean the Miller?" I told you I liked reading rags to riches stories. This one I read, one of those overwrought Victorian sagas from the late 19th century that makes you skeptical concerned the Henry Miller Legacy written by a black sheep sinner, the youngest brother of Heinrich Mueller, who attained salvation via a good Christian wife who happened to be his second cousin. His tales of business intrigue interested me, and the fact that the company still exists and is one the largest. "Dahra reached down and pushed a black button that was about an inch down the side from the top, and flush with the side of the cylinder. The button would not have been obvious in a casual inspection.The top of cylinder glowed softly with a dirty white light, and a translucent three dimensional projection, about a meter high, appeared on the top. It was a picture of a young male, between three and four years old. He had shoulder-length red hair, violet eyes, and a perfect smile. The only thing. As the orgasm subsided I realised that I wetter than she had ever felt. The thought of Brian my Father in Law being sexual had opened a door I never knew existed. As I sat on her bed with my fingers gently teasing my still hot wet pussy I recall smiling to myself. Although Phil had only been gone 24 hours, I did not feel any guilt or remorse about the masturbation fantasy and more to the point, regarding my father in law marking his sexual territory.The phone rang. Trying to compose myself I.