”When she opened her mouth to object, I added, “I purposely was sinning, mom. You can’t tell me that was okay to do.”She sighed and said, “N..., I suppose you’re right. But Timmy, I knew what you were doing. I’ve been around enough teen boys over the years to know that while you were a little ahead in terms of ... content, you always did it with a sense of tenderness. Most boys don’t try and imagine what it feels like to the girl at any age. That’s why I never said anything.”I said with a touch. We really had a good experience, Farley and I, and Farley forgave him. In fact, Farley took a lot of direction from your Dad, when we were living together.?Direction? What the hell did that mean?I was soon to find out.The first time I noticed that my father was up to his old tricks again was when he walked in on Kenyon and me when we were in the middle of a session. I was standing naked, (except for a pair of high heels)?with my hands bound behind my back, and Kenyon had a long metal chain. There were thousands of willing dark-skinned split-tails who could take care of that need without paying good money. Besides, they were both a bit scraggly looking after their treatment by the merchantman crew treating them like bits of sweet to drive away the boredom.I know that I was not interested in either of them because of their foul mouths and their lack of common cleanliness that was poor even by pirate standards.I could hear their squeals of pleasure and their raucous laughter harsh on. Meantime Asmedogh and I settled into kind of an easy routine, like an old married couple. We actually talked only occasionally; everything important that needed to be said between us had been said on Wednesday, and we had little to add. Remembering his comment about being "young" at age thirty, I did think to ask him how long his species ordinarily lived. It turned out to be about double our lifespan, and gave me a fresh perspective on his unwillingness to accept his own death so.