." I said, slowly.She hopped up, allowing me to stand, and followed me upstairs, still with that same expression on her face. What the hell? I kept th...nking, even as she shooed me into the bathroom with little hand-wavey motions.So I'm just totally bewildered at this point, right? I mean, she was obviously planning something, but for the life of me I just could not figure out what. But I did as she asked. I stripped down, cranked up the water, and got in the shower. Right about the time I was. Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. * * * * * Paul. I awoke with a hard on. I could feel somebody moving beneath my sheet. Fingers on my prick. The warmth of a mouth engulfing the end. Reaching down I ran my fingers through her hair. Hair I’d felt a thousand times. ‘Hallo Jenny.’ I said. It was Jenny. Second thoughts flashed across my mind. No, it was Jenny. She mumbled something. Her mouth full of cock. I lifted the sheet and looked down. Her short, light brown hair, with its streaks. “Lynette has told me a fair bit about you these past few evenings. I’m just glad you’re not the typical long, haired kind of rock-star, after hearing how you ‘rocked the house‘ last night.”“It is nice to meet you, again, Mrs. Robertson. And my dad would either kill me if I tried to grow my hair much longer than it is now, or he would simply cut it as I slept,” I replied to Mrs. Robertson, which caused her to grin slightly.“Yeah, Mike’s dad runs several hair styling businesses, and he’s just now. She’d already stopped crying.“Peg, what’s going on?”“You’re leaving.”“Not for good! Jeez, I just want to go see my Dad, and get my truck. My clothes ... you know?”“Okay.”“Okay,” I repeated. “Okay – what? Okay, you understand? Is that what you mean, or ... what do you... ?”“Yeah. Yeah, I understand.” But she said it in a sullen tone that suggested anything but understanding.I was losing patience. Oh, I knew damned well that getting hyper myself was not a smart thing to do. Her reaction was all.