Try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Try to figure out what she WAS interested it. What she DID think about. I took a sip of my drink and lit a ...igarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself, with out making eye contact. ‘What do you think about?’ I asked finally. She looked shocked, stunned even. As if I had asked her what color panties she’d had on or if she spits or swallows. ‘What do you think about?’ I repeated, trying to break through her disbelief. ‘Lotsa things…’ She started. I can imagine that wearing it forweeks on end might be a problem, but Daddy's already told me I can takeit off every couple of days, at least for a short time, to wash it andmake sure it's not chafing, especially the ring that fits very tightly atthe base of my clitty.But even so, what I'm thinking about a whole lot more is the awesomeresponsibility I've taken on by agreeing to be Ashlee's keyholder. Ireally wasn't sure I should do it, but she pretty well begged me! Eventhen, I might have said. The toilet in there runs constantly and I can't close the door to the guest bedroom. Please take care of the master bathroom first, I need to bathe."I zapped a new washer in the basin faucet and started on the commode. All it required was a new flapper valve, which I had in my kit. The kitchen sink needed a new cartridge. Fortunately I had one of those too.The bedroom door was a snap. The screws holding the hinge had worked out, letting the door sag and keeping it from closing. I took care of. When he took me into his arms I fell against him, wanting him to bemasculine and strong, and he was. As I stood at the counter making thecoffee, he came up behind me, slipped his hands under my arms, andtook a breast in each hand, it was all I could do to continue to makecoffee. Every nerve ending came alive when he touched me there, then,while the coffee was brewing, he carried me to the sofa, sat me down,and sat next to me. As his lips touched mine I lay back, and within amoment his hand had.