I guess he'd never met some of my friends."Yeah, Dad. Everything is cool. This is my friend, Lionel. Lionel, this is my dad, Mr. Frost." Hey, man. Nic... to meet you." Dad is six-two and he was looking up at Lionel."Nice to meet you, too, Lionel," he said. I think Dad thought I'd been attacked. He watched as Lionel turned back to me."Hey bro, we gotta get in the water. There are some hot swimsuits out there." He took off toward the beach and I waved at Dad and followed about as fast as I could. "My father jerked back at that.Amy jumped in. She looked at her parents. "I will be moving out tonight also. I will not live in a house with people who send their daughter and only child to be raped."Her mother said, "Where will you go, Amy?" What difference does it make to you? You sent me to be raped this morning." I put my arm around her. "I will probably go with Warren. We are both victims having to take refuge from savagery."Both our mothers were crying. Amy had cried her tears earlier. He shivered. He supposed that these were the people in sales or finance or something along those lines – surely all of the artists were at home drawing their asses off. He waited in a posh modern-looking room that was, despite the decor, still a waiting room. The secretary did manage to sound genuinely sorry for the delay. Terry was a little impressed. Finally she answered the phone, listened to it in silence, and nodded to him. A lanky young woman (the previous applicant, perhaps) exited the. I felt so at ease as he pressed tightly against me,with his hands cupping my ass, feeling his manhood pressagainst my tummy. I wanted to drop to my knees in front ofhim right there on the dance floor. I wanted a real man thatnight, a masculine man to make me feel like the woman I wishedI was. Then he kissed my neck and told me how incredibly sexyI looked and how glad he was that I was wrapped in his arms.I replied with, "what a wonderful thing to say",as I looked into his eyes and smiled and.