All her Mom had wanted was Spousal Support, and the judge gave it to her, leaving Abigail in her Dad's care. But that support was high, and to pay the...support as well as their own expenses, her Dad often had to work full days at school, plus coach swimming, diving, and water polo teams, and then work all weekend as an auto mechanic. He even worked some evenings and nights, if one of the local car repair shops needed an extra worker and if there wasn't a team meeting or practice. "Do you need to. ’ ‘Hush. I am. Sit up a second.’ He straightened and I reached behind me in that double-jointed fashion we women have, unfastened my halter and with a shrug of my shoulders was suddenly bare to the waist. I put my arms around his neck and kissed his nose, then leaned back. ‘Carry on, Mike. I’m sure they’ll taste nicer without the cloth.’ ‘Meg, you are so beautiful,’ Mike whispered, then let his lips do the talking. I think I came, but I’m not certain. It was an hour later before we finally. ‘She’s mine, you know, and if you’re going to play with her, you better learn how to do it right!’ Her expression was hard, but there was a trace of humour and play in her voice. It was like she wasn’t going to break character, but she knew that we were all playing a game. She knew that Maddie was the one who was really in control, we were just characters scripted to get her off. As I reached Ms. Ambani, she hooked her finger in one of my belt loops and pulled me towards her. Hard. I lunged. So this is a first for me." Well, you didn't ask me, did you? I asked you here." I suppose you are right. So why didn't you just get changed and forget about me?" I don't know. Something kept me from signing you off as just another pervert. You had an honest look about you, I guess you could say."Could her jean shorts be any shorter? God, her tanned legs begged, pleaded for some nylons to encase them in a fetish existence only I could ultimately enjoy. However, at the present moment, I only.