He wouldn’t allow any internet or computers in the house as he thought it would lead to the ruination of society. He was a little strange on that su...ject.This was my weekend at my Dad’s house and my friend Rick wanted to come over since his parents had to leave town. Rick always seemed so much more mature to me even though we were both the same age. He was taller and more powerfully built; in fact he was this star high school wrestler and did body building. He had me in his workout room many. I say childish, but of course by that time I had become very adept in satisfying my recently found urges, that itch located exactly half way between my two big toes, where my legs come together.Mel and Lois, my parents, were regular social butterflies when I was a kid. They could certainly afford baby-sitters, but it wasn't necessary, because they had Grandpa Dave to watch the children. And yes, you're absolutely correct, it was Grandpa Dave's cock that scared the dickens out of me back on page. "They hadn't. The funeral was four months ago. Carol and I been there,dressed all in black, as the body of Officer Ray Peralta was lowered intothe ground. His fellow cops all offered their condolences, several ofthem kneeling down and hugging me, none of them knowing it wasn't theircolleague in that casket but our daughter, Eloise. Carol's face was amask of grief, but at least the dark glasses hid her eyes. I had topretend a certain level of incomprehension, the small child not. I see the light on my phone flash before it rolls to voice mail. After class I check the message.It's Jessie, calling to let me know that she will not be able to go fishing but thanks for the offer. I feel myself sag against the nearest wall. If she was pregnant, she was going to come meet the family. No fishing trip, no baby.I'm going to see Alex at lunch anyway but I still call him. He needs to know this now."Yes, Sir?" he answers."Jessie's not pregnant." There's silence on the other end..