Then he would kiss his way up, again like my Uncle, kissing my titties, but he would bite my nipple not suck, and it wasn’t a painful bite, just a n...p I suppose. He would whisper goodnight to me, and tell me how he looked forwards to seeing me after school tomorrow.I had to get home after school straight away, never being allowed to go to the shops like some of my friends did. I had to go next door every day as my parents never got home from work until 5pm. Grandpa had a routine that I had. , what have you been doing since your last visit to exercise your mind like I instructed you?” Doctor Bailey asked me. “Well I have been writing some stories,” I offered softly. “Anything I might like?” the doctor asked. “I em well er they are of an erotic nature,” I answered. “Who are you writing these stories for?” Doctor Bailey asked. “A website called Lush Stories,” I said proudly. He typed in the address on his computer and asked me to log in. I did letting him peruse my profile. He. Some folks just want to do their own thing ... without 'let or hinderance.'Others wanted to be away from people ... until they got the itch to howl!Bill's watch was a little different. It was loose in it's settings. Unlike Timothy Leary's watch, which put it's original owner in rock, Bill's watch would make sure you weren't going to pop out in a tree ... it could juggle a little distance ... so, when Bill stood in the GPS guided spot where 'first discovery' was made, he wasn't stuck in the tree. Fuck, fuck, Becky! Her last words to me were to beg that I make sure you received a good Catholic upbringing. You know how much I sacrificed to make sure you could attend that fucking school? To make sure you grew up to be a proper lady? To fulfill your mom's dying wish? Do you?" Daddy, I--," I started to sob, but he still had no interest in listening."Shut up!" he yelled, suddenly jumping onto the bed and grabbing me so fast I didn't have a chance to react. He threw me onto my back and gripped.