Anyway, nothing to note until tonight at a party down the street. I was invited by my golfing buddy, who is Nelly’s dad. Richard, has been confiding...in me lately how difficult it is to see his step-daughter grow up before his eyes. She has the wild streak of her mother, which could indicate trouble, as she was a teen mum herself. He has tried to set boundaries, but Nelly seems desperate to break them, time and again. So he asked me to join in the party for a bit of extra chaperoning.. I had. It was now a question of how much she wanted - how much she needed - from me. I would give.There's something special about the first touch of forbidden skin. It's always hotter, always more sensitive, and always awaited. I found the first touch at her waist, gently tucking a finger under the hem of that fabulous singlet. From here, an unhurried voyage of discovery ensued; a finger became a palm, the hem became the flat of her slight abdomen, the teasing became urgent.It was minutes - or maybe. I tried to leave nothing out. The ladieslistened closely to what I had to say. Susan made notes as I talked. Idon't know why but I ran on and on as I bared myself to them. Susanwould stop me occasionally to clarify a point or two but just let me forthe most point talk."Well it seems that you have given it a lot of consideration. Let's havea look at you."She looked at my eyes, ears, up my nose, in my mouth, felt about mythroat. She had me lower my gown and asked the nurse to get somethingwhich. Pills with names longer than her arm with the directions, take one every four hours or as needed. He had a stash of one use only air pressure syringes filled with another form of the same drug. Migraines. He had a couple more prescription bottles with more names that she couldn’t even pronounce. The description was for prevention of migraines. The price of being Nick Saint, the price of having superhuman powers was having superhuman pain. The pain was ebbing more and Nick felt the first flash.