I was reluctant to mention or ask the son anything about my co-workers or about why his dad had made me get naked before I heard a little more of what...he had to say. I figured if he was needing to mention any of it he would and it would be interesting to see if he saw anything strange in their behavior. But from what had taken place it was pretty obvious neither he or his dad were surprised, but rather saw business as usual.All the smell, all the manure, all the nudity, shoving that thing up in. I was prepared to keep ignoring it, but then I heard a second chime start up and Diane shifted to look at her bag. We somewhat awkwardly moved around to get up.We both had the same message, the school had organized a call for our entire building. Uh Oh.I had never actually met the Dean of Student Affairs, but it was somewhat surreal that he was talking about me. Well, not me by name exactly.“After reviewing the door logs, video tapes, and then discussing with both our public health advisors and. 'I'm new in town, and I hardly know anybody.'She started walking while she tried to decide, 'I could get something from Mr. Belvin's. But he's fat; nothing would fit Buddy, I mean, Taylor. If they're only ghost clothes, though, maybe we can... uh, it's not magic. It's some Psi power, so it must be science fiction. What do...''Why am I talking to myself? Maybe I'm not talking, but thinking! Empathy is related to mind reading, isn't it? Maybe when I'm using Taylor's astral power, I only think I'm. “I know she’s your daughter Jonesy but I don’t know how you can keep your hands off of these fucking tits.”“I don’t!” Daddy answered. There was a brief moment of what I can only describe as silence as that comment sank in but after it did it was like my Daddy had signed a permission slip for his friends to use his little girl.“Alright, fuck this, get her up on the pool table. I want to fuck this little whore.” Mr. Jacobs instructed and I was lifted up and carried over to the table and laid on.