Another man would have been hurt by her words and by the obvious attention she paid the football players and the slight she gave him. Only, Stephen, t...e salesman that he was destined to be, didn’t take no for an answer. He was willing to take the abuse because, he assured himself, the prize at the end was worth the effort. ‘She loves me. She loves me not,’ he said undeterred by her lack of interest in him. ‘I don’t even like you,’ she said making a face at him, as if they were preteens in. ‘But I know you. I’m your biggest fan.’ He briefly nodded to me. I doubt that he was actually my biggest fan, last week some kids from a local ballet studio came backstage for a meet and greet, and they were way more excited than he seemed to be. They were screaming and crying and talking about the pictures they had of me and how they wanted to be like me. It was adorable. ‘I wasn’t aware there was any meet and greet today.’ I said. ‘I’m not ready. Just wait outside, have Taegan take you. You do your brainstorming thing. I'm going home.Later."Before he could protest any further, I pulled open the laboratory door,crossed the threshold, and closed it behind me. If I didn't step footin that room for a year, it would be too soon.I ascended the steps and left Jackson's house, emerging into the mid-afternoon sun. My Jeep, the red one, was still parked in the same spotI'd left it before my impromptu trip. Climbing behind the wheel, Idrove it the fifty feet from the curb to my. Denying not to do that he would clasp me closely to his warm belly and so that the stiff penis remained between my breasts.Invariably, I woke up in the dead of the night to see how the man was enjoying pumping two breasts of my mother, licking her vagina with his tongue and wished that he would do the same to me.I felt queer sensation in my vagina . I felt my breasts swelling, tits hardening. There was excitement.I envied my mother. I would remain in a state of trance throughout the day after.