And then she started undoing the top button of my jeans, in went her hand. “You liked that, then? Does this little dick want to get any wetter? Pis... for me, I dare you!”“But I can’t. I don’t need to and I’m half hard, and you know I can’t piss with a hard on” I said.“Well, I’m not taking it in my mouth till it pisses. Here, on this bench. Where I point it”What could I do? I tried and pushed and managed to squeeze a few drops out, and then the stream started. Anna pointed the stream at her. Whether she thought it was Dad’s lover or mine, I didn’t know. Maybe Cass was both.Cass was good. She was very mathematical about sailing, tidal flows were calculated from the almanack, weather reports examined to see what effect they would have. Dad was right, I was learning a lot from Cass.We weighed anchor in a little cove, Cass asked if I could swim, I could, I was in the college squad. With that, she stripped off and dived in, I stripped and followed her as fast as I could. I found her. “Exactly! You’d be grinning from ear to ear. If she ripped off half your face, it’d be a crooked grin, just like Baker had pasted on what was left of his mug.”“You’re only making me feel slightly better, Detective. I live in a house where demons emerge from my closet. What should I do?”“We need to formulate a plan,” determined Cook. “I suggest you keep the closet door locked, as well as the door to this room. It won’t stop the ugly bastards, but it should slow them down, plus the noise they. Either way I was dead. We danced together like that for 10 minutes. I just wanted it all to be over with. Why was he dragging this out? Eventually all I could think of was my daughter and lover, Tasha. How would she take the news? “I’m sorry to tell you this but your mom has been in a terrible accident.”“You sick fuck my mom has been dead 4 and a half years.” “This isn’t your mom?” an officer would say showing a photo of my dead image.“That’s not my mom, that’s my dad.” My overworking.