What I didn’t know, and had no way to confirm, was whether the woman on the phone understood my message and conveyed it to Mr. Van Dusen. For that m...tter, I could only hope I had the right Steven Van Dusen. It wasn’t a common name, exactly, and my message was a bit vague, but I didn’t have much of a choice at the time, and the officers here weren’t exactly giving me the opportunity to make my one phone call.I tried to get comfortable, but the pain in my arm and the bite of the handcuffs. I didn't have a ham license because all my previous dwellings were apartments and I was funny about doing it 'right' (or at least my vision of right) when setting up my antennas. I sent away for the latest ARRL yearbook and their approved license study guides. Nebraska sales and surplus had the components I needed to make an excellent antenna match box. I had to buy new bottles of styrene doping compound because my old bottles had solidified in storage. Styrene syrup hardens to something like. "What, why is that funny?" I said, a little irritated.Dad looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot."That week I was away last month I was actually having surgery, part of it means I can't have sex for two whole months and with your stepmother being fucking gorgeous and reluctant to wear clothes most of the time I had to do something to stop her jumping me. She wanted you fucking Laura, she's worried her friend Gina is going to make her a full blown lesbian so she asked me if she could. You are a nice guy, you are a grown up, and I like you. Wanna scratch my itch?"This required only a moment of thought. "Yep. What particularly do you have in mind?" Let's go home. I have something at my apartment I want to show you."Remember that slow thing? Yep, I got slow again. "Huh? What do you want to show me at your apartment?" Me."With that, she rose to her feet, and, taking my hand, drew me to my feet beside her. She pressed that hand against her braless breast. I slid my hand down, and.