“I wasn’t planning on visitors,” he said, as he helped her out of the car. “I’m kind of a messy housekeeper.”“I’m not here to judge yo...r housekeeping,” she said.He stopped. “Why are you here?”She was standing closer to him than most people find comfortable, but she wasn’t uncomfortable at all.“I’m not quite sure yet.”He didn’t know what that meant, but took her inside, bending over to pick up a couple of things off the floor, once they got inside. One of them was a bright purple pair of boxer. I loved wearing flowing dresses in the summer. I hated pants so much that I would only wear them if it was cold. At that time, I also hated panties too. I would get into trouble when my mom found out I had no panties on. Once she had my daddy spank my bare butt, and you might think that this is what started the whole thing for me, but, no. It hurt like hell. To this day, I hate being spanked. No, I think my love of physical activities is what started me on my path. I was at school when I began. Two weeks later, I broke my ankle in the first game of the year. It was no big deal except I'd be on crutches for awhile. Sunday after the game, when I hobbled into the cafeteria between the athletic dorms, a tall, rawboned girl with a shock of unruly red hair smiled at me. A chill ran down my spine. I got my tray and was waiting in line behind Brute Wyzerocek when I realized she was at my side."Hello, Peter Fisher. I'm Erin Sullivan. You look like you need some help." Thanks. I do. How did you. What further frustrated Martin was that Alf’s former affection toward him also diminished, and now seemed focussed on Adele. What Martin did not realize, was that Alf was gradually priming Susie for his ultimate goal of fucking mother, and daughter. Martin did, however, began to feel like the odd man out, and almost began regretting the arrival of the two women in their life.Martin was starting to think that any sexual activity with Alf was a pipedream, and it looked like Alf was only fixated.