“Graham, this is my girlfriend, Aria.” “So this is the woman that started your art career. It is my pleasure,” Graham states as he kisses the ...ack of my hand. I try my hardest to stifle a smile. He continues to hold my hand, reluctant to let go. I see him glance at my cleavage as he finally let go of my hand. “Nice to meet you, Graham," I say lowly. Graham furrows his eyebrows at my greeting. “Aria, that is an interesting accent you have, where are you from?” Graham asked. I am shocked, Sean. The evening went by, until it was time to go to bed.I went upstairs, undressed, the same ritual as usual, and in the faint light of my bedside lamp I slipped into bed. Then there was a knock on my door. It was Barbara, my daughter. She opened the door and came in. In the dim light I could see she was barely dressed, only wearing a small thong and a shirt that was so small it wasn't even worth wearing. "Dad, I'm cold! Can I crawl up next to you?" she asked. "I understand that, seeing what you. All I want is to be loved.” He told them with his grin.“We do love you Harry! Everyone loves you! You know we do!” Ginny cried.“Then why have you all avoided me like the plague?!” he suddenly spat at her, before returning to his grin. “As it is, by the end of the night, you will all be mine…”“People will notice! They are bound to!” the third girl screamed.“Not really. You would just tell them that you all realised your mistake.” He told Lavender. “And according to my source, you girls will. They all have that wonderful sexual energy that young men have at that time in life; and I love tapping into that energy as I tease and deny them. Maybe that's sadistic on my part, but whether it is or isn't, I enjoy these sessions tremendously! As I said earlier, nearly all of these young men are straight, and have girlfriends, current, or recent; and so I'm always somewhat surprised that they not only come by once, but often over again and again; but I now understand that it's not my looks.