But she wasn’t, and she and I both were terrified of making a grave error if we attempted to marry. But a funny thought crossed my mind — if Kimik... was traditional Japanese, and she approved of Clarissa as a ‘mistress’, then it would be within the realm of possibility to achieve both my desires — a happy, successful marriage, and fathering a child with Clarissa.One thing stood in the way of that kind of solution, and it was my ordination. But given the struggles I was having over certain. That was just as well as my mind was on a different planet as I processed everything that had happened to me already today.The school captain had threatened me. The girl I was going to ask out had saved me from him and then the vice-principal had flashed her knickers and stockings at me. Was it any wonder I was distracted?The only real downside of things was that I wasn't getting to fuck anyone. I know, I really shouldn't be bitching when everything was going my way but have you any idea just. My toes are curling, my body aching for him. I want to feel him in every way. I want him to feel me. It’s driving me crazy. I pull him up to face me and he rolls on his back. I straddle him, grind against him, tease him. I feel his hands cling on to my thighs, run down to my calves, grabbing at them. It’s the point in time where your body throbs so badly it almost hurts. It’s the point in time when you want it so bad you’re afraid your body will seize. I undo the buttons of his shirt, one by. "And now it's time for the father-and-daughter heart-to-heart talk," he announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some place that's private and discuss matters."He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily steered him away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said, pulling at his hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable." Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and sat in easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence. At last he started to talk. I.