"And it's a done deal! Twice! Maybe three times!"Eleanor was taken aback by her daughter's vehemence. "But..." But nothing, Mom! I'm TIRED of other pe...ple saying 'But... '! What the Hell does everybody want from him? What the Hell do you want from me?" Sally! That's enough!" Eleanor barked. "We're just trying to protect you!" Well, you're all succeeding -- to the point that I almost lost the best guy I could ever hope to get by constantly questioning his motives! Can you imagine how DUMB it is. That is how I work in business when confronted with a difficult copywriting issues and is how I try to act when confronted by emotional problems.This trauma, however, was more extreme and complicated than any I had experienced. One part of me wanted to be with Emma. I wanted to be kissed, cuddled, caressed and comforted by her. When I was by myself and the need to masturbate occurred I realized that also, I wanted her to undress me and take me further. How far, I was not sure, but I certainly. She felt my hands working closer to her crotch. Her face was flushed, overcome with lust for her stepdad. Her hips began to work back and forth, lightly rubbing herself on my crotch. She felt one finger find her warmth, causing her to moan.“That’s it, Eric,” she encouraged, “Touch me! I’m so wet…”I slipped my finger into her wetness, feeling its tightness. I kissed her as I began to finger her. She was quite obviously enjoying my efforts. I couldn’t believe I was here, watching the lust and. "OK," she demanded as I wrapped up the tale, "let's see your notes."I handed over the tiny pocket notebook I'd written the bullet points on. Fortunately, Linda burst into snickers rather than indignation at the minuscule scrap that was as close as I had been able to find to actual writing paper.It didn't take her long to write up the proposal in legal but clear English, expanding on the issues of insurance, damages, costs and escort by adults, and creating a special section covering the need.