After that evening, I was tryin to make out my dads behaviour towards me and surprisingly he was normal as always. Means, my step mom did not complain...to him about the incident. I was relaxed but it somehow gave me confidence to go a step further. Since then, I used to try and have a look at her boobs and brush my hands on her hips and pretend as if it was accidental. She somehow could make out my strange Behaviour but her focus was to maintain good relation with me as a mother. She was always. Shit, Sam, don't let it get to you."If Tim was trying to make me feel better, he was doing a piss poor job! Apparently, he believed I had a small cock and was trying to think of reasons why it shouldn't bother me! I hung up on him and turned the phone off again. I went out for a breakfast then spent the day watching TV in the shit-hole room I had rented. It was fun to watch Tiger come from behind on Sunday to win, for a change.I called in to work first thing Monday morning and requested a few. Nevertheless, her well-groomed hair was long and cascaded down her back like a Barbie doll. Her breasts were small but lovely and her figure was like that of a slim supermodel. She was in almost every one of his classes. She was fond of him and they had become friends at first but their attraction grew stronger until it reached romantic proportions. He could think of nothing but her. Whenever he closed his eyes, it was her beautiful face that appeared on his mind. He was determined to make her. "So what is your first move?" he asked."Intel, all I can get. And of course an ambush," I said."Of course, the only thing open to you at the moment." he said stating the obvious."So you are going to move from here and leave it as the bait?" he asked."Yes, and I'm going to work with the following assumptions. If they come here again, it will be a car bomb parked in the alley. Also it won't be a suicide bomber, the driver will want to get away." I said."Yes drug dealers don't have ideals for.