Does that mean I have finally convinced you that German beer is better than that horse piss you Americans drink?”“Uh-huh. Especially if you’re ...he one paying for it.”I ignore his jest. From amongst the piles of books scattered around my desk, I pick up a small object and bring it over to him, draping myself bonelessly across his lap. He switches on the bright reading lamp next to the chair, then props me up with one arm behind my shoulders, as I hold my hand out to him. “Here.” Setting his. His father was the first to arrive, parking his precious Jaguar in the garage, coming inside, and heading straight to the fridge for a beer. Alex heard him shout to turn the music down but ignored him and continued his attempt to numb his mind with the video game and clear his mind of Nina and their conversation. In a brief moment of insanity, he considered asking his father about his experiences from earlier that day and the possibility that Nina had brought up about BDSM. He quickly. It was kind of simple but kind of good too. I wonder what kind of work he could have done if he hadn’t run off early like he had. I had all that running through my head when I came home and saw Bree in the living room with her cousin and former lover showing off her naked breasts. That is a sight I hadn’t expected or even wanted. I’ve seen Erin’s chest before but it was back when her chest had just started developing and we were still friends. She was excited about the development and wanted me. Your mother was a natural apothecary and was the one everybody went to whenever there was something up with their body. You could go to the hospital if it was really serious but they had a nasty tendency of convincing you that you were really sick and needed to use unnatural synthetic ways to make your body work properly. You had realized early on that you would not be going there as the would just pumped you full of chemicals that did god now's what to you and your children and then convince.