I could feel my face turning red. “I want to ... to ... you know, kiss you ... kiss you down there, like you have done for me,” I blurted. I heard...a sharp intake of breath.When she didn’t say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly.“Oh, Jerry,” she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure?”My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say.“Your father ... your father never liked. That really wouldn't have been classy, even though the charming young woman bent over my workbench couldn't have heard it over her moans and squeals, much less the slapping sounds of my body hitting against her full round ass. And when did I start worrying about being "Classy"? This was obviously all Nan's fault. She wasn't here, hell she wasn't even in the city, being on tour with the Symphony and she was still driving me up walls.I hadn't been alone while she was gone. Jessica, the charming. ...." He vacillated overwhat to call her. "To Sam is certainly possible. Are you familiar withthe pop culture term lobotomy?" He now had to extend it further. He hadto, for a moment, suspend his disbelief and accept what Suzanne wastelling him."Yes." She had heard it."Ok. Well it's a procedure from the dim dark past. They used to cut outparts of people's brains, the frontal lobes, or simply sever theconnections with the rest of the brain, to change their personality andbehaviour. Maybe you've. I needed to take her to the next and I was going to stick with the good stuff for a bit more. ‘Mac, there’s a lot more I need to tell you but first I think it might help if I tell you a bit about how I think I’m going to be using this gift.’ I decided Josh’s daughter was the best example I had to help her understand how good this could be. ‘I have a new client coming in next week. He called yesterday about a problem with his daughter. You see, she was raped and she has been so traumatized by it.