“God knows what your attic is like,” Max said. “Anyway, lets’ get started ... where this all going?”“The basement,” Isabel said.“The b...sement that you’re afraid of? That your parents always told you to stay out of?” Max asked.“Yeah,” Isabel said.“You’re afraid of the basement?” Alex asked.“Don’t ask my why ... I just am. I went down there when I was a kid and came back up scared,” Isabel said.“Why, what’s down there?” Maria asked“Don’t know ... can’t remember.” Isabel said.Michael and Alex. He wiped away beads of sweat running down into his tear-filled eyes.“They made me ... they threatened me. They had pictures ... papers ... my business, my house ... my wife. She’d divorce me. Those pictures!”The story was quick to follow once Evans broke down and confessed to being black-mailed. He’d been to an annual accountants’ convention in Denver a few months before. He’d been surprised to find an unexpected companion one evening in the convention’s resort hotel. The pictures were graphic. “Believe me, my daughter, you, and Dan are the two most important people in the world to me. After what the three of us have gone through, only death will separate us.”“Thank you, Mom. I guess I’m just not used to this.”“It could have just as easily have been me taking a male waiter to the washroom and giving him a blow job. Which, now that I remember, I’ve done several times before,” she smiled, and winked to Dan.“Come on, you want to go home and have me fuck you in public and get a blow job. ..or non-dress would be more accurate. And on top of the whole family being nude most of the time, my parents were very open minded about masturbation. I had a brother and a younger sister and we all had no inhibitions about masturbating any time we felt like it. My sister was a little less open to doing it in front of me or my brother but as she got older she became less shy about it and tended to get herself off in front of us more and more frequently.By the time I was 20 and my sister was 18.