’ I rolled my eyes. I expected him to laugh, but his scowl deepened. ‘Really, its okay,’ I assured him. ‘I don’t need a big, strong man arou...d twenty-four-seven. I’m stronger than I look.’ His hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm as I moved past him to grab the other tire. Even through my coveralls I felt each individual finger band around my bicep. ‘And I’m just upstairs, Flick. You can ask for help.’ ‘When I need help, I will ask.’ He stood close enough that I saw every speck of. She was so damned luscious-looking. She had recently turned sixteen and was a high school junior and a cheerleader. She had honey-blonde hair falling in shimmering waves almost down to her waist, and green eyes, and full pink lips. She was built so well. Her figure was curvy and shapely. Jeff had seen her on numerous occasions in her cheerleader outfit. Her legs were full and sleek; her hips curvy; she had nice-sized breasts that poked the sweaters she wore, and her short skirt was tight enough. Our neural connections in orgasm and foreplay had been monitored and recorded. Hypnotic instructions had been planted in my mind so I would have no memory of these events. Amshe had subsequently been programmed with this information and missioned to consummate with me."Shit me," I say.Louise tells me there is more to the story she is telling me. She explains that the swelling on my head and the dressing is the result of a brain operation."A brain operation. Just what the hell for and what shit. "Fine, what sort of an answer is that," he chided, "come on now,your a young woman, do you not find it just a little bit excitingto see a man like me naked?" Mmm ... well .... I .. yes I suppose it does," she didn't knowwhat to do.Bob dropped his hand on to his cock and held it,"You suppose. Do you like the idea of a man standing naked infront of you with his cock in his hand or not?" I .... I don't know Uncle Bob, I don't know what you want fromme," she said tears welling up in her.