A grade-skipper, then?"That's your opinion." Zebulon replied."Oh, I actually knew a guy named Zebulon once." Vic said, intrigued rather than daunted b... the youth's firey nature. "He dated my sister in between stays at the county jail. Knocked her up just before he went to the state pen. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. My name's Victor Phillips. I read your article, 'Programming Evil.' Powerful stuff, that." You could just send fanmail." Zebulon suggested."Actually, I wanted to ask if you. "Lay down and undress," she commanded. "Now!" when I just stood there staring.I took off my white leotard and leggings and laid down on the floor mat that was in the room. I was curious as to what she was up to. My eyes followed Lolita around the room and she came back with massage oil in a bottle. She poured some on her hands and then bent down and began to massage my thighs. Her gentle touch made me feel at ease so I closed my eyes. I gasped when I felt her hands going up and up nearing to my. “You have lovely legs”, he said. “Boys always love a nice pair of legs”.“Do you really think so Daddy?”, I said, pulling the hem of the skirt up to expose my thighs completely, stopping just short of showing my panties.“Oh yes”, he said and I could see the gleam of lust in his eyes.“Boys like a nice behind too”, he said. “You’ve got a very nice behind.”“Really”, I said? “I’ve never really thought about that before”. I stood up from the couch and gathered the skirt in my hand, pulled it up over. "Kate hadn't expected this kind of treatment, nor the apology. Saying her friend has issues almost made Kate laugh. No shit, Sherlock. What gave you the first clue? Instead of blurting that thought out loud, Kate decided that the olive branch had been passed and she needed to accept."Okay, thanks. Your friend needs to get some help. She didn't need to threaten me. I wouldn't have said anything to anyone, you know. I'm not like that. I don't do rumors, it's mean and it always comes back to bite.