“Well yeah, but...”“I may be a single mother and forty-one years old, but I am not dead yet.”“So you really would sleep with him?”“Yes. ... definitely would.” I could not help but smile as I strung my son along in our silly fantasy.“Even if it were just a one-night stand?”“Yes. Even if it were a one-night stand.” I was a little giddy as I waited for John’s skeptical response to his mother admitting that she would actually have an affair with a younger man. His response was nothing that I would. My guess is that will be more than three weeks, an' maybe as much as six weeks. It'll be up to y'all to keep those idiots from starting a war. Y'all give them a hard time, but don't get into a stand-up fight, cause I can't send y'all any help. Take orders from Sean and Ezra and y'all will do jus' fine."The Rangers left for Carney the next morning right after breakfast. As they traveled, Sean and Ezra described what they knew about the camp setup. The men discussed various ploys for discommoding. I never fantasized about having sex with famous guys. Strangely enough, although I often befriended boys who later turned out to be gay, the friendship often bled to death afterwards. When I masturbated, my fantasies were about faceless and personalityless men. They were machos who wanted to have sex with me, but they never had a face, they were cocks with a beautiful body on them. I don't remember my fantasies exactly, or I wanted to be fucked I don't remember, just the vague idea of ​​an. Daddy very rarely let me skip, though. If I was legitimately sick, he would, but I had said I would go three times a week and he had said he would hold me to that. I sat on the stairs and sullenly put on my socks and sneakers. I sighed and dragged my sweatshirt along the floor as I walked to the door. "Come here," Daddy said, sharply. I stiffened at his tone and walked into the living room. "Yes, Daddy?" I said, as sweetly as I could. I went to him and stood in front of him. He took both my.