Schaffer come,” he said, gesturing to the group. Zagza looked back at them, then turned to Schaffer again, his expression dour.“No, Shoofa,” he ...aid. He had expanded his vocabulary recently, he was happy to learn, and Schaffer was eager to pass the time in any way that he could. They had spent many hours by the fireside together, attempting to push through the language barrier.“Shoofa no come, Shoofa...” He struggled to find a word, seeming unhappy, conflicted. What the hell was he trying to. As I reached Daddy, I placed both of my hands on the lapels of his suit jacket and pressed myself into him, so that his erection strained against the fabric of his trousers and against my leg. "I think you want to take me Daddy," I whispered saucily, my mouth a fraction of an inch away from his. "And I think you should. I think you should fuck me right now." Needing no more encouragement, Daddy pressed his lips hard against mine, his mouth coaxing mine open as his tongue devoured my mouth,. ’ When he got home he wheeled his bike down the side path to put it around the back of the house, but he froze when he heard his name spoken from the dining room. He crept forward quietly towards the window and strained his ears to hear. His mom and dad were talking about him. ‘I didn’t even mean to bring that up. In fact, I told myself I wasn’t going to bring up grad school with him again until after the Olympics,’ his dad said dejectedly. ‘I don’t understand why it always has to be so. He grabbed his Kindle and flopped down on the den couch. The den had the biggest window in the condo, but no direct access to the front balcony. You had to cross into the adjoining living room to do that. Oddly, the den in the rear, situated between his parent's and Kaylee's bedroom, did. It was a strange setup, he thought, but worked well enough.The condo was twice as long as wide. Access was via elevator, through an entryway, and into the front doors at the exact midpoint of the condo. A.