“Are you interruptible?” she asked me.I was pretty wrapped up in what I was doing that it took me a second to respond. “Uh, huh,” I mumbled, s...ill continuing to work on my computer.”I have a weird question to ask you,” she said.That got my attention. I looked up from the computer. “Okay,” I said.”Well, the thing is…you know Sharmila, right? The lady next door?””Yeah, we were just talking about her yesterday. Why do you ask?”“Well, she and I were talking, outside, and it turns out that she can’t. "Oh Jon, please don't blame yourself. You couldn't have known who was shooting at you. We all knew last night who was dead, 'cause that little runt, as you called him, couldn't wait to tell us. I don't blame you for what happened, Jon, I blame her. All these years she could have contacted me or written, or even come to visit. But no, she and her so called boyfriend tried to kill the only father I have ever had. Jon, I love you like you are my real dad and that won't change because of this. I. In the middle of it stood a tall, blonde-haired woman of around 40 years of age. Her face was pretty but her expression was stern. She was dressed in a navy-blue skirt and matching jacket. I was lying on a fairly comfy mattress in the dark, empty warehouse."Strip!" she cried."What?" Strip! Unbutton your shirt, remove your tie and so on. Until everything is off." This is crazy!"I hadn't noticed there was someone standing behind me but I felt another needle jammed, this time into my butt."What. . you know..." Back in high school he was at a party where guys were, you know, doing that to me. I paused for a minute to wipe some semen from my eye, and when I looked up there he was, smiling at me and ready to go. He was my brother, but I figured what the hell. It was actually really flattering how much he ejaculated on me. He admitted to me later that he'd always been turned on by my breasts. I realized that it didn't bother me. After that I even let him occasionally do it on me in our.