I mean, not stuff for work. Just personal stuff. Poems, short stories and the like. Someday, I hope to write a novel. I just have to find the right st...ry. That’s the hard part.’ Eric trailed off laughing, but stopped when the blonde failed to find any interest in his answer. ‘Mister Rupert, what sort of …umm…social things do you do? You know, things that two people can do? Like on a date.’ ‘Well, I suppose I enjoy movies. Eating out.’ Eric paused in thought. ‘Well you see, it’s kind of hard for. .. Well, he kept wondering what he was doing there.Having been escorted from the massage rooms to the salon by Debbie, whocould not keep a smile off her face, he was left to his own deviceswhile she went off to conspire with the crew that would be working onhim, no doubt continuing to plan his impending doom, or just furtherdoom. Her words, "I'll be back," were no less foreboding than when hehad first heard the words uttered in a movie, and they were far lesshopeful.She was no doubt laying out. Amy looked up at me and asked a normal question, trying to make conversation, "How was your day, Jay" giggling at the rhyme. "Boring, just another normal day," I answered.Just then, we heard the door being unlocked as our dad came home from work. Amy jumped up off the couch and ran to greet him, still without getting dressed. Double weird.She went and hugged our father, who looked surprised when he saw her, but soon his eyes were wandering all over her taking everything in."Hello Amy. Jay." he. She was into this now. They had never had ‘phone sex’ before and she thought it might be weird, but the mood was set and now her clit was hard and begging to be rubbed. ‘Okay, I put the cream on. I want you here with me,’ she complained. He lamented, ‘Let’s do the next best thing. Take the vibrator out of the drawer and put some K-Y Jelly on the tip.’ Once again he could hear her rummage through the bedside table. In another few seconds she responded with a simple, ‘Okay.’ ‘Lie down on the bed..