I tried to shake my head instead. I think I managed a minor wiggle. I sighed and looked into the hearth. So, Cien had saved the day, I thought, and sm...led. And he’s been visiting you every day, several times a day, a little voice inside me cheered. I felt a blush work it self up onto my face, and closed my eyes. ‘Is she awake?’ At the hushed voice, I opened my eyes, and found my face a few inches from Cien’s. ‘Aye, as you see.’ Maggie said in a merry tone of voice. We stared into each others. The thing that surprises me is how my brain splits with this one. Typically, since it is the connectors between brain halves that are missing, my mind splits between thinking and feeling, no side having domain over the other unless I will it, which means I normally have two thoughts in my head. Seeing the victims, my brain splits more between my 15-year-old self and my 70-year-old self.The younger me sees the girls as my equals. They are people that should be loved and cherished. It wants. "You're a normal girl, and you have needs. I don't blame you for experimenting to meet those needs." He stood over her. "Can I ask you how it felt?"Brandy looked up at her handsome father. "I don't know. I didn't have time to really pay attention to it before you came in." Do you want to try it again?" he asked."With you here?" she asked back."I'd like very much to see it." he answered truthfully."You would?" Very much." he repeated.Her right hand lifted and he got a clear look at what was in. What could I lose?“Are you offering me a job?”“You have to try out first,” he said.That was how I became a Highwayman, “robbing” unsuspecting women of their inhibitions.That was twelve months ago, and my body provided pleasure to many women and a few men (that is another story). It also provided me a lot of cash. I became one of the solo dancers and got to dance one number with the troupe and two solos in an evening. The fringe benefits I received from pleasuring women were for my own enjoyment.