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Monday Morning

Mr. Grant

For the past few weeks, the winds of change had swept through the school bringing with it odd and mysterious behaviour problems of all manner and magnitude. I, Daniel Francis Grant, was not the sort to leave mysteries unsolved, and that eventually lead to a twenty foot stretch of hallway where strange, barely noticeable things seemed to start. I had been so busy fighting fires, dealing with the results of the unusual events surrounding me that I had completely neglected tracing the source.

Some of the oddities were so subtle that I hadn’t even noticed until touring another school during yesterday’s Professional Development study day. Seeing how things were run in a different environment opened my eyes to how truly unusual my situation was.

Things had slipped away from me. I had been derelict in my duties, but now I was back on the job and already dealing with group of tardy students foolhardy enough to attempt sneaking past me in the hall.

“Yo! Mr Grant, this ain’t no time to be swingin’ yo’ big dick around.”

Young Mr. Burton’s attempt at “gangsta” cool flavoured his British accent, souring the gentile grace with thuggish wording. His affected mannerisms were equally out of place with his frankly effeminate face and skinny body. Even his swagger looked more like something out of the John Cleese Silly Walks skit than it did anything impressive or intimidating, and frankly, when it came to students, I’d pretty much seen it all.

He had money, the beginnings of an education and advantages the creators of his chosen dialect would have—and sometimes had—killed for. Burton was the worst of the worst, taking from the bottom of the barrel of two cultures and combining them into a single, disturbingly high level of idiocy.

For example, Burton is one of the sad unfortunates who think that I get off on putting students in some mythical “place,” but my “big dick,” as he so crudely put it, was unenthused. Students have one place during school hours: in their class, or in the case of Burton, out of the way of serious students. Unfortunately, suspension was something he likely enjoyed, but at least it kept him from disrupting the rest of the school with his antics—and it provided my first true realization of the magnitude of the events I faced.

“Burton, you aren’t wanted here,” I told him. “Go home.”

“Yeah,” spat his girlfriend. “Get the fuck out of here. Mister Grant’s big dick’s two … no, three times the size of yours … and ten times as good, you pussy!”

I was too deep in shock at her reversal to challenge her on her language, and before I could recover, the rest of Burton’s “posse” jumped on the bandwagon, chiding and insulting his manhood, his mother, and his sundry other tasteless habits viciously until the boy slunk off, unnaturally cowed and beaten. In more than twenty five years of teaching and high school administration, it was the first time students had ever sided with me against one of their own, so I immediately knew something was very wrong.

Exploring the myriad possibilities left me so distracted that I allowed the so-called “posse” to go to their classes without assigning detention. Swearing in the halls, tardiness, and multiple dress code violations should have earned them two days after school, but I had much larger problems. It literally wasn’t a time to be swinging my “big dick” around. Something funny was happening at Hübsches-Mädchen High, and it was up to me to put an end to it.

Mike Wagner

“Hey, Mike,” said Katelyn, smiling cheerily, as always. It hurt to have a girl like that drop by and smile, be able to take her, totally fucking blow her mind, and leave her begging for more, but not be able to. However, today things were different. “Where’s my dad?”

“Hi,” I croaked to the babe with the long, dark hair. “Moved. General.”

“What? Already? That was supposed to be this afternoon!” She did a double take, shocked for a moment. “Mike! The wires are out!”

No shit, stupid, I thought. Katelyn was pretty close to a total babe, just needed a bigger rack, so I didn’t say anything out loud. Besides, it still hurt too much to talk any more than I had to. Fortunately, most of the other important parts were working and Terry was coming by at lunch with my laptop. I couldn’t type, but I could peck out what was needed.

“Right on! I wondered what you sounded like. And what happened. You looked like you got hit by a car.”

“Beat up. Moved in on wrong girl. Boyfriend gorilla.”

“Oh my god! You’re that Mike? I read about you in the paper!”

The look of pity on her face was annoying, but that didn’t stop it from giving me a boner—especially with the way her brown hair framed and accentuated her features. It’d been a couple weeks since any of the nurses had taken care of my erections, thank god. They’d done more damage than good, but now I was feeling much better. Maybe better enough to …. I shifted position a little.

“That MacKay guy’s in serious trouble when they find him; you were a meh…!”

Her eyes widened at the bobbing tent in the sheet. The Mike has a cock that is a foot long when hard and completely irresistible to women command had its downsides—man oh man, did it ever—but the upsides were pretty damn good, too. The look on her face was perfect. Awesome. I actually got harder watching the blush rise in her face and her eyes glaze over.

“Uh!” she gasped, finally able to make a sound again. “A mess. Uhng. Oh.” Katelyn licked her lips. She began to squirm seductively as raw, undiluted sexual need pumped into her from my radio antenna-like massive cock. “Ooohhh. Wow.”

I tensed a few muscles to make it jump and she gulped. I really needed this, and it’d be OK this time if I went slow. I was in good enough shape to enjoy it, she was going to love it, and I’d thank her later, when I got my laptop, with something along the lines of, Katelyn Harvey has a perfect, firm-but-jiggly, H-cup tits.

“Oh my.” She said again, her hands moving on automatic to pull the sheet aside. Fingers sunk into the linen and started to pull when she stopped. As though she were risking her soul, she looked furtively up at my face. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t mind,” I croaked. “You’re a babe.” She twitched as she tried to look away, sending a wave through her beautiful hair. Katelyn Harvey’s hair runs all the way down to her ass and never splits or looks anything less than perfect, was going to follow the tits. In fact, I thought I’d make her my first real work of art. She deserved it: Big tits; beautiful, long hair; and all the Mike-cock she could handle.

“Th-thank you,” she stammered, eyes locked onto my bulging crotch again. Her little boobs moved under her shirt as she gasped for breath. I wished I could have seen her nipples. Katelyn Harvey has long, thick, sensitive nipples that she loves to have sucked on. I couldn’t wait, but first I had to fix my hands so that I’d be able to type. In their current state I’d be lucky to be able to use a mouse, but they were more than enough to push my sheets down a bit further.

“Wanna see?” I rasped.

She nodded, eyes completely dominated by her pupils. So this was what a truly horny woman looked like. I’d missed it with Marian and that must have been a sight to see, but I’d been much more focussed on her lips and my dick. I kind of rushed it the first time, but on this go, everything was going to be perfect. And her boyfriend, if Katelyn had one, wasn’t going to lay a finger on me. I’m not making that mistake twice.

Katelyn’s blush had spread down to the neckline in her tee shirt; maybe even lower, but I hadn’t given myself X-Ray vision. Wish I had.

Even covered by the gown, my cock’s effect on her was amazing. She sucked in a breath and shuddered as though she’d just had a small orgasm. The soft keening sound she made as she leaned over and wrenched the gown out of her way just about made me cum.

Unfortunately, “Ah! Fuck!” also ripped from my throat. Sudden movements still hurt about ninety percent of my body.

She said nothing. I don’t even think she noticed because she was rapt. Just like with Marian—and that crazy, big titted blonde who’d walked in on me and Marian—only my cock mattered to Katelyn now. It was very cool, despite the lingering pain.

I watched her lick her lips again. She twitched as the result of Mike’s precum is a powerful aphrodisiac hit her nostrils, and the last of her willpower fled.

One hand groping a tiny breast, she moaned, “Please? Can I? Can I touch it?”

“Yeah.”

“Ohhhhhhh!” she shook with ecstasy again, but didn’t let it slow her down “Yes! Thank you! Oh fuck, yessss!”

She lightly touched my monstrous shaft, and then, letting herself get into it, she traced her fingers along its length, balls to tip. I watched her quiver as, Contact with Mike’s precum induces intense sensations of sexual pleasure in women. It makes them hornier and hornier, but prevents them from cumming until Mike wishes them to kicked in. “Mike! Mike, this is amazing! Of fuck. I can’t believe this. I have to! I have to!”

Wrapping her hands around it almost made me spurt, but I’d taken care of that with, Mike can fuck or be sucked without cumming until he wants to.

Or maybe I hadn’t. I came hard after a half dozen rapid strokes. I wasn’t getting fucked or sucked, just a hand job, but Mike remains hard after cumming and is ready for sex whenever he wants to be took care of the obvious problem of instant ejaculation. Katelyn wasn’t going home disappointed. Not with me around.

I was still gloating when Katelyn’s eyes rolled up into the back of their sockets and she went nuts, bending over and locking her lips on the head of my cock, as, Women cannot resist drinking Mike’s cum unless he’s fucking them. They love the taste and it arouses them to the point that they start to cum themselves took over what little remained of her mind.

She climbed up onto the bed, onto me, not bothering to get comfortable and began to moan as she sucked. Moaning gave way to shouts of glee vibrating through my cock as she began to shake, she began to shake me, and I was back into hellish agony again. Fuck! Calm down, you stupid bitch! Relax! Too soon. Too fucking soon.

She collapsed on top of me, the expression on her face saying she was off in Neverland and man did it look hot. I’d have fucked her silly right then and there if I could have. Instead I tried to wipe her face off and clean us up a little, but it was tough going. Even tougher when she began to squirm in my arms. Despite the pain, right up close she felt amazing, even with the twinges of pain every time she moved. She was going to feel so much better with a huge rack for me to cup and lick and suck on. She’d be on her hands and knees, my dick would be buried deep inside her and she’d be bucking like a horse. And that time I’d be able to do it without blacking out from the pain.

Ah shit. All that fantasizing had gotten me hard again. Shit-shit-shit. I made it so I could get hard whenever I wanted to, but nothing could make it go back down with a squirming babe rubbing against it. Any second now ….

“Ohhhhhh. Oh my. I know why that MacKay guy was so jealous. Oh do I ever!” She pounced, mashed her lips into mine, and then recoiled as I screamed.

Concern and shock replaced the look of lust she wore. “Oh god! I’m so sorry. I forgot!” She sat up, began to lift off of me and then she saw IT again.

Ah shit.

Terry de Havilland

“Hey, Mike! I hear the wires are out!” I said stepping into his room. “Ah shit.”

Mike lay, probably unconscious, under a great looking girl. A pair of jeans lay on the floor, probably hers, and it looked like she’d torn her panties in two in her haste to get them off. Obviously, Ignore odd, non life threatening activity in Mike’s room had kept nurses I hadn’t managed to make immune to his cock out, but had otherwise gone horribly wrong.

This time though, he didn’t look so beaten up, and this was one awesome looking girl sleeping her way down from orgasmic heaven. She was no Suzy, but then nothing came close to Suzy. Still, a little more up top and she’d be lethal by any normal standard of beauty. I’m just jaded. So sue me.

Her purse was on the chair by the door, so I raided it for ID. Katelyn Harvey. Hot name to go with a hot girl, but the picture … man she must have had that done years ago. She was ugly in high school.

While I set up the laptop to get her off of the poor bastard without immediately becoming sex obsessed again, she moaned and ground her hips against Mike. I think she was still out of it, but that didn’t help her—or Mike—but what was really amazing was that she’d taken most of my perverted buddy’s cock and, asleep or not, her body wasn’t finished yet. Could she actually autonomously make out while asleep? Was she asleep? Curiosity won out.

Plugging her name into the main console, I tried to make the two of them a little more comfortable. Maybe she became a little taller, or maybe some internal organs shifted around, but, You can take all of Mike’s penis without pain. It fits wonderfully. You know …. It was amazing that a simple change like that had never occurred to my brother. That way he could have kept both Amiee and his mondo-sized dick. I wasn’t going to tell him. Besides, he looked like a freak.

So did Mike, mind you, but Katelyn didn’t seem to care.

Her head rolled as her subconscious hip motion wormed Mike in deeper and deeper until she began to sleepily sigh and rubbed rhythmically against his balls. She twisted and moaned, her eyes opening up a crack before lifting herself up into better fucking position. Better for her, anyway. Her eyes snapped open and awake when Mike let out a loud, pained, moan. Hands flying from Mike’s chest to her mouth, she gasped, “Oh! Sorry!” and stopped the erotic wave action.

I watched the decay of the shocked expression on her face as she realized what she’d been doing and lifted up off of him. Her eyelids flickered as she rose, the sensations caused by a foot’s worth of magic dick friction reigniting her and transforming her desire to get off and away from Mike into a desire to just get off. Sighing happily and quivering with pleasure, the upward motion quickly turned around and became a steady pistonning.

“Wooooonderfulllll! Oh yeah!”

Settling more weight on Mike, she began rolling and lifting her hips, moaning pleas and terms of endearment as she got into it, oblivious to the audience until a full body twitch snapped her head right to left and then back again as she stopped fucking and stared at me in shock.

Fortunately, I was just about done my next command: Terry being here is not important to you. Carry on as if you two were alone, but be careful not to hurt him and take it slow. She calmed down instantly and her hips began a relaxed, measured, back and forth and around motion that was awesome just to watch.

“Aaaah yeah,” she moaned, hands down on either side of Mike’s head as she softly hammered him and tried to kiss him awake. “Fuck me, baby!”

Now this was porn worth watching. Suzy and I pulled out some of my old favourites once because she’d never really seen much of the stuff, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. But Katelyn … I swore she was a pro or something, so I looked closer at her driver’s license. She wasn’t our age, but twenty one’s close enough.

Well son of a bitch, I thought, staring at the case of business cards in her purse. Chalk up another one for poor self esteem as a teen leading to a career in stripping. My old buddy had a twenty-one year-old exotic dancer slash model slash import tuner show babe getting herself off on his cock. Man, if she had big tits to bounce along with her hair, Mike would have been in heaven. I doubt any amount of pain could have made him pass out and miss it.

Hell, until I hooked up with Suzy, I would have been in heaven. Whether Katelyn dabbled on the sleazier side of adult modelling or not, she really knew how to work that body of hers. I seriously wanted to can that hip action and try it out in Suzy.

Fortunately, I could, but first I planned on asking Suzy if she wanted to try it. She’d say yes—she was always up to trying something new in bed—but that was beside the point. You didn’t tinker with perfection lightly, and especially not against perfection’s wishes. I’m not dumb and I’d gotten very used to the extra warmth in bed.

While I’d been fantasizing about Suzy doing the wave on my dick, Katelyn’d worked herself up to a very careful orgasm. It was slow, but I could tell by the look on her face that it was taking all of her self control to keep from shrieking and banging away like a jackhammer. When Katelyn was told to be careful, she took it seriously.

Her jaw dropped in a silent scream and she bent back until her head lay in a pool of hair and she shook spastically. Sexy as hell, but that had to hurt Mike. The angle she’d bent his cock to …. Ow.

You know, I told myself as Katelyn pushed herself back into a sitting position atop him, her head lolled over, with a little more up top she’d be the perfect girl for Mike.

I looked at her again as she sucked in a deep breath and shook all over before toppling forward. OK, a lot more up top. Still, she was a stripper with very long hair, and knowing his taste in porn, that counted a lot to Mike.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I began to type again. Katelyn, you will not freak out. You will acknowledge Terry’s presence and answer his questions honestly, I typed as she swooned and, panting heavily, laid herself on Mike’s unconscious form. A pool of Mike’s super-cum poured out of her as she kissed him. The sheets were toast, but Mike … well he really got off on the icky stuff, so he’d shot enough into her to get an entire cheerleading squad pregnant with twins.

Putting the laptop beside me on one of the other chairs, I got up and tapped the girl on her shoulder. Her head turned towards me and she blinked. Her brown eyes looked very pretty glazed over in orgasmic aftermath.

“So, Katelyn,” I asked, “did you enjoy that?”

Her eyes twitched as she recalled some recent memory and she moaned, “Ohohohohhhh yeah. I’ve never cum like that. Not rushing it that last time … mind blowing.”

Now for the killer question. Marian had been conflicted afterward, but she straight up hated Mike. Suzy’d loved the sex, but been ambivalent, and I had no idea how Katelyn really felt. “Would you do it again?”

“In a heartbeat!” Her hips wriggled, Mike’s boner, softened but still partly in her, popped loose and she frowned at the loss. “I’d marry to get that every night!”

“And you don’t mind that he’s still in high school?”

“Why would I? I wish I’d been getting it like that back in high school!” she rolled off Mike’s body and onto her back beside him. Katelyn had one hell of a tight body. Man, she’d gone from podgy to godly since her driver’s licence photo’d been taken, and she’d done it the hard way. She must live at the gym!

She sighed and began to sit up, completely mindless of her utter lack of clothes and condition. “I know you. You’re that friend of his,” she said, pointing at Mike, “right? Why am I even talking to you? I am so late for seeing dad. Where’s my shirt?”

“So you’d date Mike?”

“Date? I dunno.” She was a little wobbly on her feet, but that was understandable, as she looked around the room for her clothes. “More see him secretly. I’ve got, you know, things. I’ve got to be …. discreet. So yeah. But not officially until after he’s graduated.”

Well, that’s settled, more or less. A horny stripper’s probably exactly the sort of girl Mike needs to keep him under control. Except for one thing. Two things. “Uh, say, you ever thought about getting implants?”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” she groused, looking at her drenched and torn panties in disgust before giggling and leaving them on Mike’s pillow beside his head. She hooked a foot under her jeans and, with a smooth motion, kicked them up to her hand. As she pulled them on, Katelyn finally got around to answering the question. “Yeah. More as a career move than anything else, though. They’d probably get in the way with a lot of the stuff I do. Bit of a tomboy, y’know? But I’d love to look more curvy, sure, who wouldn’t? You know, asking a girl who knows she’s flat if she wants implants … not very tactful.”

I choked. Body like that and she called herself a tomboy. She stood tall, toned, and topless, her eyes sweeping the hospital room. Shaved pussy and she called herself a tomboy.

Shaved …! Holy shit! Those jeans were gonna rub her raw. I made a mental note to fix that.

“Where the hell is my shirt? Oh.” She stepped over to the laptop, grabbed the bit of sleeve sticking out from beneath it, and pulled.

Seeing what was coming, I snatched up the computer before anything stupid could happen.

“Sorry about that,” she said, lifting the shirt over her head. Then she paused. “Is that me?”

I looked down at the screen where 3D Katelyn stood with her arms in the air. Without the tee shirt, it looked a lot like she was trying to make her chest stick out.

She craned her head forward a notch before looking around for the cameras. “How are you doing that?”

“It’s Mike’s laptop,” I said, promising myself I’d wipe her memory later. “It can do all sorts of things—like his dick, for one.”

Katelyn looked at me like I was stupid for a moment, then shook her head and watched the screen again as she waved her arm. Then jumped up and down a few times eyes glued to the monitor. “That … is really neat.”

“That’s nothing. Watch this!” I slid the cup-size slider over to the right and … if there was one thing that Master PC really needed, it was sound effects. Stuff like the way her breasts went from wiggle-wiggle to Booble-Booble in less than a second needed musical accompaniment or at least a “whoomp-whoomp” sound from the speed of sound being broken.

Katelyn landed another quick jump and this time she bounced. A much, much, much larger pair of boobs pulled down and rebounded back up again.

“See?” I asked. I sure did. Zoinks! They almost reminded me of Suzy’s. Man, when I got home tonight ….

“What I see is that a girl with a rack like mine shouldn’t try jumping jacks without a very sturdy bra. Stretch mark city and my back’s never gonna forgive me. Mike’s got to show me how you guys do that, but later. Gotta go see my dad.”

Right. I’d forgotten that people didn’t notice the changes unless you made them notice. I could have fixed that, but instead I sat down and punched in, Katelyn’s breasts will never sag or be any less firm than they are now, and her body will always be able to support them without pain or discomfort. Mike could thank me later.

Actually, he’d probably complain about them still being too small, despite being well into the D range. That described Mike, though: Deranged. For now, Katelyn was more my kind of hottie. Mike would probably tweak things more to his tastes later, but she still needed a bit of touching up.

Your clothes are clean as though they just came out of the wash, including the intact panties, I added, and you are clean, showered, and properly made up again. No point her having to explain her condition when she met her dad. The lipstick alone was a dead give-away, even if the rest could be explained by a long jog. Mike wasn’t even out of the hospital yet. It’d suck if he got punched right back into ICU by an angry father.

I hit enter and watched as her hair untangled and the bangs sprung up from where they’d matted against her forehead. The glisten of sweat vanished, the darkness at the crotch of her jeans faded to a well-washed blue, and her shirt unwrinkled, or tried to. Overloaded with a pair of perky breasts, there wasn’t much room for wrinkles.

She shook her head and close to three feet of hair fanned out and fell back into place like a shampoo ad. “Nice meeting you guys,” she said, blowing a kiss at the still-unconscious Mike. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a business card, handed it to me, and said, “Make sure he gets this, kay?”

Then she walked off, whistling and letting her ass sway back and forth.

Wow. I definitely had to introduce some of her to Suzy. Maybe all of her. Maybe Katelyn’d be into a threesome once she got a look at Suzy.

Maybe Mike was thinking along those lines. He had a smile on his face a mile wide and his dick had started to re-inflate. I pulled the sheets back over him, and the cooling pool of cum, and decided to come back again after school. Lunch break was almost over.

Katelyn Harvey

You know, I told myself, for all intents and purposes, you just raped a guy, Kate.

I had. That was exactly what I’d done. Sure, I couldn’t seem to help myself, but that’s no excuse. The weirdest thing about it all was that I wasn’t freaking out. I’d completely lost all control, sucked off some kid, had sex with him, kept having sex with him even after he’d passed out, screwed his unconscious body in front of some other kid, and I was fine with it. Maybe I’d even enjoyed it.

Oh yeah. You enjoyed it. I mean if it was that good when the kid wasn’t even responding, it had to be a religious experience when he was awake. If he knows how to use that thing. You’ve heard the stories.

But still. I’d crossed the line. I’d promised myself when I made the bet that I wasn’t going to resort to sex to get any more guys.

I was having a party using my body to get what I wanted until I finally opened my eyes and saw what was really going on ….

Yeah, revenge was a part of it. One of these days I’ll run across the ex-from-hell again and I’ll say, “Hey, Parker, remember that tubby chick you used to bang for her money?” Maybe the bit about low self-esteem leading to stripping played another part. Maybe it’s defence. If the guy needs you more than you need him things won’t turn out so bad. Maybe you won’t get dumped when you realize he’s soaking you and you cut off the money.

I think I’m OK looking now, so maybe I could get something decent from the meat market, but what if …. Wonder if that’s why I did it? Three years without any sex and he’s like five years younger than me. He’s no threat at all.

Or maybe it was the job finally getting to me. What could I do to get dad to pay attention? Good grades didn’t do it. Working hard didn’t do it. Stripping got his attention all right, but not the best kind. Oh, but fucking a nearly complete stranger in front of an audience … that’s got to really stand out as a cry for help.

Thing is, I actually enjoyed it, even though he was practically dead. Maybe I’m a closet necrophiliac. Maybe comatose guys make me wet. Dad would say that I was losing it. That it was because of stripping and hanging out with loose women. That my morals were dead and gone.

But which of your five kids is actually visiting you in the hospital, Dad? Do you ever stop and think about that? I was stomping too hard and my boobs were bouncing around like crazy. What the hell was I thinking going out without a bra? Dad was going to go mental.

“My daughter, the scarlet woman,” he’d say as soon as I slutted my way into the room. No wonder I’d spent more time talking to Mike than dad, and Mike couldn’t talk back. But man, can he fuck!

Stop thinking about that, stupid, before you poke somebody’s eye out. Bouncy bouncy bouncy. Shoulda worn a bra, stupid. I wished I’d had these things back in high school, though. Might have actually been tolerable. Yeah right. Lookit the bimbo with the big tits is so much more tolerable than lookit the nerd with the braces. Chubby girl with chubbier tits.

First time I ever heard of breasts growing because of working out. It’s like all of the fat went straight to my chest. And Mike’s wierdo friend was asking me if I’d ever thought about getting implants. Sheesh. Earthballs’re probably too flat for him.

I walked up to the info desk in the main lobby; ignored the “Your tits are too big” glare from the nurse, attendant, or whatever she was; and said, “They moved my dad. Glen Harvey.”

“Yes?” she prompted.

“And I’d like to visit him.” Yeah, the bimbo stripper with the heart of gold wants to see her poor, ailing father. Never mind the fact that she probably caused the stroke. I waited a beat before doing some of that prompting thing myself. “And I need to know where he is.”

Her answer was deathly silence, but at least the evil stare was levelled on the computer screen now. I resisted the urge to drum on her desk, but maybe I should have because I started thinking—fantasizing—about heading back to Mike’s room and waking him up to see if he was game for another round or four.

“Hmmmmh?” I moaned when the nurse said something. “What?”

“419. That’s on the fou—”

“Fourth floor. Yeah. I only look like a bimbo. Thanks.” And I was off to see the Daddy again. The wonderful Daddy of Oz. Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad or I wouldn’t be here, but he’s a hard guy to get the time of day from. Nothing but work-work-work. And football. All the time in the world for football, unless the office was busy.

I learned a lot from dad, though. The business cards, for example. You always have to look and act professional—except on the stage, but maybe that’s just a whole different kind of professional.

At first it was just because it made dad freak out to know his daughter was taking pole dancing lessons as part of her fitness and revenge scheme, and then I bet Gail that I could be a stripper, and after that … well, the money’s good, I guess. Now I’m …. I’m confused, that’s what I am.

I hit the button for the elevator, and tried to ignore the guy staring at my tits. So much for professionalism. Here’s Daddy’s pride and joy, skipping through the hospital and acting like a good little girl. His good little girl who’s all grown up and gives men woodies for money. Who’s giving every guy within range a free hard-on because she forgot to wear a bra, and now her boobs are ricocheting around like billiard balls every time she takes a step. And she’s a rapist.