.. He came over with the tab for me to sign. I calculated the tip while he waited. He stood close to me and asked if there was anything else I wanted....I mumbled no, thanks, but he stayed right there. Standing next to me. Close to me. Standing over me. Asked me again. Are you sure? Nothing else you want? I said nothing for a second. It was enough. Do you want this... he asked me and moved to stand right in front of me. His crotch at eye level... He moved a hand down and started rubbing himself. Dad stood, and I stood with him and let him hug me as I cried. We stood like that for a long time before Dad finally spoke."You have no idea how suddenly weird hugging my own son feels."I had to laugh at that, a snorting, blubbery kind of laugh that helped choke off the tears and get my mind back to a calmer place."Thanks Dad," I said, starting to dry my tears with my sleeve.We talked for a little while longer, mostly abut the differences since my return. He was sad to hear how we had grown. Now that I’ve gotten so tall, I’m not invisible like when I was a short, fat, bowling ball with arms and legs,” Tandra told me. “I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am about what I did to you. I started trying hard to kill myself. A truck hitting me hurt worse than the sawblades at a lumber mill, where I tried to cut off my leg. It sucked, big time. I was almost where it would cut off my leg, and then it snagged on a piece of bone. That tossed me away clear. By the time I came to, there. This time my aim was good and only a little dribbled on her chin.After I sat back in the seat and had caught my breath, I joked with her, “You shouldn’t leave your glasses on; I could get cum on them.” I had indeed done that more than once.She took it in stride, “Just give me your handkerchief; I’ll be fine.”I decided that I’d play a little game with her, a game of a type we had done before. I pulled my pants together and grabbed her arm.“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Weinberg; you need.