" So it's not the same knife, then, is it?" I asked. I had a personal reason for saying that. If it was the same knife, I was a guy in a dress."If you...re a Platonist, yes it is. If you follow just about any other school of philosophy, it's not." Sounds like something a college boy would say," I observed, as we pulled up to a stoplight. He glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back. Our eyes met. So far, the reactions were all positive."Yeah, I read your dad's book this summer." Which one?" My Dad. "Only one thing that I'll take instead of cash. Your body." Sir," Steve started to say something but stopped well aware that his pleas would fall upon deaf ears. "I don't know, sir." Well, Mr. Burnside, you are going to have to make a decision." I'll do it." Steve said with a sigh. He decided that maybe God could understand this act of sin if he knew it was to save his precious c***d."We'll start slow, Mr. Burnside." The land lord was working at his belt buckle. Steve cringed knowing that he. I eased off her and took a step back allowing her to breathe out a little.“Okay s*s. I’m more than ready, but I’ll play it your way”, I said softly, holding onto her beautifully tanned arms.She looked at me with her big brown eyes and a large smile on her face, but I could tell she was a little pensive. “I’m going to go up and get myself ready. I want you to go to your room, put something nice on and clean your room.”.Leaning in to kiss her on the lips, I pulled her close to me, not in a horny. And you promised me something. Do you remember what it was?”I sighed, “Yes. That I would accept your counsel on any new girl I wanted to be with.”“I believe that you broke your promise to me.”“Can I tell you something funny?” I asked.“Sure.”“During my Senior year in High School, when Kara and I were dating, her mom figured out we were sexually active because Kara came home with damp hair and smelling of a different soap. There are two funny things, actually, now that I think about it. First,.