When I said I wanted something interesting to happen in my life, THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT. I was just walking home from school like any other day, whe... some moron in a viper was texting and driving, didn't see the red light, and hit me as I was walking across the crosswalk. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground in the middle of the road. People around me are calling the cops, one guy is pumping my chest in an attempt to give me CPR (thank goodness he didn't do the mouth part), and seconds later. If you aren’t ready, I totally understand. But I’ve been waiting for twenty years and would like-”“I’m ready!” Brent blurted out. He cleared his throat and tried to recompose himself; he was acting like a teenager for God’s sake. “I mean, if you are ok with taking things to that level, I’d love to as well.”Emma’s smile was nearly ear to ear. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” She leaned forward and started to unbutton his pants. Brent suddenly looked scared.“Um...” he said, but couldn’t continue.“What. °Good for you, and I hope I never meet you,° I thought.At noon, I took Bandana for a good run, across the beach and then over the rugged trails in the ravine. We covered our route in goodtime, so we frolicked in the lake for a while before going home. I was drenched in sweat anyways, so going in was an improvement.After lunch and a brief nap, I sat down to write. I got into a good rhythm, and didn't surface until after five o'clock, when my phone rang. My office was in the basement, and I could. Obviously, I had found a way to become comfortable with — hell, delighted with — my shocking discovery of a few months back, to wit: that my own kid, a mere eighth-grader at the time, was secretly a cock-craving, would-be slut.At first, I was shocked, and extremely disappointed. At the time, I was to learn, Sissy had not yet done anything to consummate the powerful urges that had apparently been coursing unchecked through that lissome, adolescent body. However, the hunger — the drive to serve.