"Is he well?"She nodded, going back to work on my waist buttons as I pulled off my boots. "He rides almost every day and drinks a bottle of port almos... every night, falls asleep in his chair and two servants carry him up to his bed. He wakes to piss and that's when he sometimes visits me, if he remembers I exist." Poor child," I said, pulling my shirt over my head."Oh," she said, hand to her mouth as she looked at my scarred and hairy body.I turned back the quilt, and helped her up to the. ..this wasn'tright! Why in the world would I want to do that? I'm no fag. I suddenlywas feeling very frustrated, especially because deep down I was pleasedwith the thought...as if somewhere in the recesses of my consciousness Ireally liked lip gloss and wanted to wear it. I mean what in the world?That wasn't met at all...I'm straight and I'm normal."Keep thinking that," a voice said in the back of my mind.I paused...because now I was hearing voices. I didn't want Claire tothink I was crazy...so. (I found incredible) for ME!This realization, that there before me was a young woman…who for the moment at least…had a very narrow universe…there were only the two of us…“Daddy”…only the one word…breathed out rather than spoken…at his she touched herself...Fleetingly...Between her legs…but her hands did not linger there…with both hands she caressed her erect nipples…and proceeded to gently as though with butterfly wings caress her entire body..Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids. ‘Certainly!’ Lauren squelched her excitement, hoping not to scare the person on the other end. Very quickly and thoroughly she took notes on her new job. Middle school. She had wanted high school from the beginning, but middle school was better than nothing. And in-between the heartbeat of euphoria, Lauren briefly remembered her middle school years with a shudder, and then took a vow to keep those thoughts away from the forefront of her thoughts. It was full time work, and that was all that.