Well... I don't know what, but it wouldn't be pretty. So I'm trying to keep myself in control.The shipment came today at the office. I got a number of...curious glances, as I never get things delivered here. I didn't pay much attention. I had what I needed.If you didn't guess already, I got another Clone-a-Willie.My plan was rather simple. Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't going to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it.Things are never as easy as they. Has for some time. I think it was when you had to bust her butt that one time for stealing the candy bar from Tom's Market. We've talked about it a lot, as she was scared she was a freak or something." And you don't think that I am some sick old man for the thoughts in my head?!" I had to ask her."I am quite curious, and more then willing to listen to these things that are in your head, Daddy, but I honestly don't think that you are anything close to a sick old man. Just a Man with needs,. Each new concept he asked her to describe gave him the chance to ogle her fine form a little longer and he kept her working through concepts to prolong the view. Paul realized his appreciation of Jessica was physically manifesting itself and discreetly adjusted himself as he moved over to her left to see the part of the board she was blocking while she wrote. From this angle, Paul quickly noticed the view was even better. With the sun low in sky, the light from the window off behind her framed. ‘Good. That’s step one. Now we’re going to confront that issue.’ He stated flatly. ‘How?’ Leslie was a tad incredulous. Even through her damp eyes she knew he was leaping to conclusions. ‘I’ve had rehab before. They don’t work for me.’ ‘Because you let them.’ Lee cleared some of the bottles of his desk and took up a notepad. ‘I think much of it, revolves around you getting an out. Unfortunately, my methods are less civil. Since you’ve agreed to this, or your lawyer has in your stead, you are.