Along about noon the phone rang and it was Grace. She invited me to supper at her house to thank me for taking the girls to Dallas this weekend. She a...so mentioned that Janet would not be there since she was going to a sleepover with Susie at Tammy's house. Grace said to come over about six and I said I would be there.At six on the dot I knocked on the door and grace let me in. Let me describe what she looked like. She had her hair flowing over her shoulders in what looked like a fashion model. .I'mmm.... You won't tell her, will you?" she stammered."Oh...no...of course not." The woman stepped closer, causing her to stepbackward into the sink. She dropped her mascara on the floor and the tubeshattered on the tile."Honey...it's okay...I sort of figured..." Wha...what?" The girl stammered again."Well....You're obviously very good at ...this..." The woman used her hand in agesture at the girl's body. She winced at the candor."Lucy...she...." I sort of guessed that too. She and I...well,. ”“Uh … Yeah … I can imagine,” I said sardonically.She gave me a sly look. “I thought I’d noticed a hard-on in your pants when you left the restroom.” I looked down and groaned to myself. This is embarrassing, albeit quite exciting. “Being curious and nosy, I took your pornography to the rest room myself and I read through it.” She reached in her bag and pulled out a folder. “I like this stuff, Cherry. You have good taste.” I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the. ”“Where would we start?”One might think that such a question would relate to kicking off a new project. After years of working together, that wasn’t an issue. (Gantt Chart? Who needs a frikkin’ Gantt Chart?) They could skip a lot of steps that others would find essential. The whole question of where to start, was much more advanced than that.“How about ‘breakfast?’”“That makes sense. Start with the first meal of the day, and work towards a late night snack.”Having established what they meant by.