On the way home from swimming, Mia was telling me about the sleepover at Ashley's house. She said they played with each others' clitorises. Then Ashley wanted Mia to lick hers. Mia said she told Ashley that Emily had told her recently that she an her brother played licking games. She licked his penis, and he licked her clitoris. Emily liked the games, she said. She likes getting a mouthful of semen. Sometimes she would get his testicles in her mouth and pretend she was going to bite them off or tell her brother she was going to bite the end off his penis. Ashley thought that sounded fun.

I asked Mia whether she enjoyed the licking. "Not so much the licking," she said. "But getting licked feels really good. Does Dad ever lick you there?"

"Sometimes," I said. "And sometimes I lick him. You know, though, what Tim and I do is private. Please don't talk about it outside the family, okay?"

She agreed and said she hoped I'd keep what she told me private, too. "Ashley's mom would have a heart attack if she knew," she said.

I asked her what she thought of Emily and her brother' "games". "I know it's a bad idea," she said. "I know she could get into serious trouble. It's not a good idea. I know how girls get pregnant, and I know they're going to be tempted to have real sex. But it sure would be exciting."

"Yes," I agreed. "But that kind of excitement is best left for when you're older, past high school, and preferably after you get married."

She nodded and changed the subject.

Misty just picked her up a few minutes ago. Tim should be getting home about now. Better go check how the casserole is doing in the oven.

Sandi

Mia and I are baking cookies. It just seems like a cookie day, despite the heat, with rain showers headed this way.

Tim and I had vanilla sex last night. He maintained his erection for over an hour but didn't get to an orgasm, so we resorted to using the Velcro zip tie on his penis again. That seems to increase the sensitivity for him, because he got his orgasm after another half an hour. I'm still unsure whether this is all physiological or largely psychological--a loss of confidence.

We talked about the worm shocker, and he thinks it's probably too dangerous to keep using, at least without the resister. He said the pain was hard to describe, but he compared it to whacking your "funny bone", and said he'd expected the pain to be centered at the head of his penis, where it's most sensitive, but he felt it most near the base of his penis and in his leg. I think the worm shocker will go into storage with his homemade shocking machine.

I talked with Megan on the phone this morning. She was curious about the worm shocker, and I filled her in. She's been sexting Tim again. I told her Tim was enjoying the pictures and the attention. She got a good laugh out of that.

Oops, the oven timer just went off. Got to go check the cookies.

Sandi

Originally Posted by C&TL2745

On the way home from swimming, Mia was telling me about the sleepover at Ashley's house. She said they played with each others' clitorises. Then Ashley wanted Mia to lick hers. Mia said she told Ashley that Emily had told her recently that she an her brother played licking games. She licked his penis, and he licked her clitoris. Emily liked the games, she said. She likes getting a mouthful of semen. Sometimes she would get his testicles in her mouth and pretend she was going to bite them off or tell her brother she was going to bite the end off his penis. Ashley thought that sounded fun.

I asked Mia whether she enjoyed the licking. "Not so much the licking," she said. "But getting licked feels really good. Does Dad ever lick you there?"

"Sometimes," I said. "And sometimes I lick him. You know, though, what Tim and I do is private. Please don't talk about it outside the family, okay?"

She agreed and said she hoped I'd keep what she told me private, too. "Ashley's mom would have a heart attack if she knew," she said.

I asked her what she thought of Emily and her brother' "games". "I know it's a bad idea," she said. "I know she could get into serious trouble. It's not a good idea. I know how girls get pregnant, and I know they're going to be tempted to have real sex. But it sure would be exciting."

"Yes," I agreed. "But that kind of excitement is best left for when you're older, past high school, and preferably after you get married."

She nodded and changed the subject.

Misty just picked her up a few minutes ago. Tim should be getting home about now. Better go check how the casserole is doing in the oven.

Sandi

It's amazing and wonderful how Mia will discuss these things with you. What a wonderful, open, honest relationship...You're the best....smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

It's amazing and wonderful how Mia will discuss these things with you. What a wonderful, open, honest relationship...You're the best....smooches Jackie

I do seem to have a special relationship with Mia. I think part of it is that she knows I love her and Misty as if they really were my own daughters. However, I think the fact that I'm not really her mother is a big factor, too. She knows I don't react to what she says with shock or a moralistic response. I accept her feelings as valid and don't feel obliged to tell her what she should be feeling. And I give her straight answers; I don't talk down to her. She knows she can get a hug whenever she needs one. Whatever it is, there really is something special between us.

Last night, Tim seemed determined to achieve an orgasm without the Velcro zip tie. He kept going so long that I began thinking about the warnings on the Cialis commercials about getting help for an erection lasting more than four hours. He finally quit out of exhaustion. I looked at the clock. It was 2:36 am. It reminded me of the old joke: "Do you smoke after sex?" "Don't know; never looked." It's a good thing today is Saturday and we were able to sleep in. He never got his orgasm, but I think he fell asleep with some satisfaction knowing that he gave me three.

And he woke up with a woodie after that!

Now he's out trimming the juniper bushes. He hates those things. We didn't plant them. They came with the house when we bought it. They're just nasty. Tim's hands itch for a couple of days after he works on them. There are certain things nobody should ever plant. Juniper bushes are right up there with poison ivy.

Sandi

Yesterday afternoon, as I was starting to think about fixing supper, Misty called. She and Mike were inviting us to join them at Mike's restaurant. "I think Tim needs to get a little hornier," she said.

I laughed out loud. "Misty," I said, "if Tim were any hornier, he'd honk!" But it sounded like fun.

We had the same server as before. She recognized us and laid it on thick for Tim, sitting beside him and caressing his thigh while taking our order. I'm sure Mike noticed, but he didn't say anything. I guess he figured as long as nobody in the family asked her to be that "friendly," the restaurant had no liability. As she served the food, she made sure Tim got a good look at her cleavage, and he was clearly enjoying the attention. Misty was grinning. She looked as if she was fighting to suppress a laugh, though she swore she hadn't instigated anything this time. Mia was looking a little bewildered. I think she knew what the whole scene was about, but I don't think she was prepared for anything like this. The sexuality was pretty blatant.

After the meal, the gal sat down by Tim again and put her arm around his shoulder. "Dessert, anyone?" As she turned to look at me, her other hand was stroking Tim's crotch. Misty was now giggling, and Mike was pretending not to see. Tim ordered ice cream. I think he did so just so that the show wouldn't end. Everyone else was full, but she refilled our water glasses, spilling a little on her blouse in the process, right around her left nipple. There was no way that could have been an accident. She borrowed Tim's napkin to dry herself, rubbing it over her breast, then sticking it inside her blouse to wipe from the inside. I thought Tim's eyes were going to fall out on the floor.

We went back to Misty and Mike's house. The boys retired to the man cave while Misty, Mia and I sat around the table playing cards and talking. It was starting to get dark outside when we finally left.

As I'd told Misty earlier, Tim didn't need any help to get hornier. He already had a stiff erection when he came to bed. I wasn't really in the mood for four hours of sex again right away, but I figured I owed it to him after what we put him through at the restaurant. I don't think it was a full four hours, but it was a good three anyway when Tim finally gave up trying to get an orgasm. I offered the Velcro zip tie, but he wanted to see whether he could get an orgasm without it. I offered oral sex, but again he was determined to see what he could do with vanilla sex. So he got no relief and not a lot of sleep.

As for me, I slept straight through to 8:30 this morning. I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. I don't know how long Tim had been up, but long enough to get cereal and toast ready in addition to the coffee. He'd even fixed strawberries for the cereal. He was still naked, and he was walking around with a firm erection, which stayed up through breakfast.

After breakfast, I finally talked him into letting me give him oral sex. Even with him as horny as he was, it took most of an hour. I think he was glad to finally get an orgasm, but I think he considered it something of a defeat.

With all that, we haven't felt like doing much today. The rain earlier has cooled things down outside. I'm going to see if I can motivate Tim to go for a walk.

Sandi

Tim disappeared down in the basement last night after supper. After he'd been down there for quite some time, I got curious and went to see what he was up to. I found him naked, sitting on his workbench with the worm shocker. He had one wire from it clipped to the padlock of his chastity device at the end of his penis. The other wire was slipped under a zip tie wrapped around the base of his penis. His penis was limp, and the zip tie looked tight enough to keep it that way.

He looked up as I walked in. "Will you turn the crank?" he asked. "I haven't got the guts to."

"I thought you said this thing was too dangerous to use," I said.

"Well, if it's just connected to my penis and nothing else, I think it'll be okay," he said. "The worst it can do is fry my penis that way."

"Well, it's your penis," I said. "I'll stop if I smell smoke." I was joking, of course. I really didn't expect much to happen, because we'd had him hooked up to the thing before. The only difference seemed to be that one wire was at the base of his penis rather than around his toe. I started to turn the crank and he instantly grabbed my hand to stop me.

"Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help myself. I think you'll have to tie me up."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. He nodded, and I went to get the ropes.

By the time I got back with the ropes, he was standing under the hooks, waiting for me. I tied him up in the usual way, put the gag in his mouth, and tightened the zip tie, as the wire seemed to be twisting fairly freely, and it looked as if it might slip out from under the tie the way it was. "I wish Megan were here," I said. "I think she'd be better at this." I thought about calling Misty. I don't think she'd be any more eager to turn the crank than I was, but I thought with two of us there, I'd have a little peer pressure to continue. Still, I wasn't sure what she'd think about what we were doing, and I decided not to call. "You're sure you want this?" I asked again. "Last chance."

Tim nodded, and I started turning the crank, slowly at first. He wasn't thrashing around wildly, and the expression on his face didn't change the way it did the last time he was shocked with the thing. That may be because of how the wires were attached or that only his penis was involved this time--or his penis might have been getting numb from the zip tie. I didn't know how long he'd had that on before I came downstairs. I turned the crank faster, then noticed a reddish spot where the wire was held by the zip tie, at the top of the base of his penis. As I turned the crank, the spot got larger. That didn't look right, so I stopped. I touched the wire near the red spot, and it was uncomfortably warm.

I went back to his workbench and got wire cutters to cut off the zip tie. I disconnected the other wire, then untied Tim.

"Any lasting effects?" I asked.

"My penis is numb," he said. Despite the numbness, he had a full hard erection by the time we got upstairs, probably more from the excitement than from any physical stimulation. I was glad to see that at least the "plumbing" of his penis still worked okay. We went upstairs, and I took the padlock off his penis.

"Do you think we dodged the bullet again?" I asked, meaning, "Is your penis going to recover from this as it has before?"

Tim got my meaning. "Hard to tell," he said. His tone of voice was matter-of-fact. He didn't seem concerned that this might be the time his penis was left permanently numb or too insensitive to give him an orgasm. One thing he had going for him was the erection. Previously, numbing had left him unable to get one. Of course, it remained to be seen whether he could maintain it during intercourse with no physical stimulation. I asked whether the red spot hurt, and he said that part wasn't completely numb, and yes, it smarted a little.

We didn't attempt sex. We cuddled for a while, and I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.

This morning he was in an unusually cheerful mood. We didn't even discuss his penis. He went off to work whistling a tune.

Mia's here again today. She had questions about what happened at the restaurant yesterday. "Was the waitress---" She seemed to be struggling to find an appropriate word.

"Seduce Tim?" I volunteered.

Mia nodded.

"She was definitely trying to get him excited sexually, yes. I'm sure she would not have wanted him to respond overtly, and I think she was confident he wouldn't. She was definitely having fun with him, teasing him."

"Dad seemed to like it," she said.

"Of course he did," I said.

"She did it just for fun?" Mia asked.

"Uh-hun," I said.

Mia thought about that a minute, then asked, "Can we go swimming again today?"

Sandi

Misty came by to pick Mia up, and we talked briefly about what Tim and I did last night and the effect it appeared to have. We were speaking softly, because this was something I'd rather not have Mia overhear. She was finishing watching a DVD movie, so I don't think she overheard. Misty listened, looking concerned, but then said, giggling a little, "If Tim needs some teasing to get it up, count me in."

Tim got home just after Misty and Mia left. I asked him how his penis was. He said it was still numb, but that he'd had several erections during the day, all "unsolicited." He said it was embarrassing trying to hide one during a meeting. I asked about the red spot, and he said it didn't hurt, but he hadn't looked at it since he used the rest room at work around 2:00 pm. I had him drop his pants so that I could take a look. When he did, he got an erection immediately. The red spot had faded, and if I hadn't known it was there yesterday, I probably wouldn't have noticed it. The mark where the zip tie had been was almost as pronounced.

I asked him whether there was any particular stimulation that preceded his erections during the day--a good looking woman walking into the room, thoughts about last night, other mental images, worries about his penis, etc. He said there was no common thread as far as he could tell. There are women in the office all day, but the erections seemed to come and go at random.

I was anxious to see whether he could maintain an erection during intercourse if his penis was numb. Of course, there's always the Velcro zip tie, but I know he considers it a defeat if he has to resort to using that to maintain an erection. He said he had no idea, but the erections during the day seemed to last only a few minutes. If he's up to it, we'll try having sex after supper. I told him that if he needs mental stimulation to get it erect, I can always tie him up and beat his testicles. He had an immediate erection after I said that. I don't know whether the thought of having his testicles beaten provoked the erection or it just came at random like the erections he said happened during the day.

If we can extrapolate from previous experience, I imagine that he'll eventually get some feeling back after a couple of weeks, end up with less sensitivity and a harder time getting to orgasm, and need the Velcro zip tie to maintain an erection or get an orgasm. The worm shocker may have wreaked havoc with his nerves, however, so this time may be entirely different. He may have had his last orgasm, at least from stimulation of his penis. Time will tell.

Sandi

We tried intercourse after supper last night. Tim had no problem getting an erection despite his numbness, but after about two minutes his penis went limp. I tried playing with it, then I turned the lights on and I did my best to imitate a belly dancer for him. (I suppose it could be argued that the mental image of that alone could leave a man impotent for life, but it was worth a shot, and Tim enjoyed it even if it didn't work.) I got on top and squeezed his testicles. Finally, in desperation, I tied him up and beat on his testicles with the broom-handle club. A few minutes of that brought the erection back, but by that time my vagina was dry again. I left him tied up and had him lick my clitoris. After a few minutes, I was ready again, but he'd lost his erection again. I asked whether he wanted me to try to get it up by beating on his testicles again, then keep it up with the Velcro zip tie, but he admitted defeat. I untied him, and we watched TV for a while, still naked. I sat on his lap, and he played with my breasts for a few minutes, but his penis didn't respond. Around 9:00 pm we went to bed and just cuddled. As far as I know, he didn't have any more erections during the night.

This morning he woke up with an erection, which turned out to be just a woodie, and it disappeared when he went to the bathroom. We agreed that he should wear the chastity device to work, as it makes an erection essentially impossible, which should avoid an embarrassment. We may just have to resort to the Velcro zip tie and hope to catch an erection when it decides to happen. He doesn't seem to have much control at present.

Mia's here again today. She said she's been talking with Emily, and things with Emily's brother have been getting worse. He's now tying Emily up naked and taking pictures of her that way. Mia said Emily doesn't seem to mind; she thinks it's exciting. "Exciting it may be," I told Mia, "but not appropriate for their ages. And taking pictures of her naked could get him charged with child pornography. They're courting serious trouble." Mia said she knows that and has told Emily to report what he's doing, but she says Emily has told her she's afraid to say anything, because her brother is her parents' little angel, and anytime she's told them he's done something wrong, she gets called a liar or worse. I don't know how to handle that. If I reported it to the police, it would probably be regarded as simply rumor: my young friend told me her friend told her. If Emily is not motivated to talk to her parents or the authorities about it, I'm not sure what I can do.

I've been so focused on Tim's penis that I haven't planned any activities for Mia for today. There's always housework, of course. That didn't get done yesterday, since we spent most of the afternoon at the pool. Maybe if we take a trip to the library, I can get her interested in reading a book.

Sandi

I think, before really escalating things, someone should give the young lad a thorough talking to...Including information that the next step may be police intervention...Maybe that will nip this in the bud...It's getting ugly....smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I think, before really escalating things, someone should give the young lad a thorough talking to...Including information that the next step may be police intervention...Maybe that will nip this in the bud...It's getting ugly....smooches Jackie

I agree with you in principle, but I've never even met the boy, and I have only third-hand knowledge of what's going on. I suggested to Mia that we invite Emily to spend the day here with her, and she agreed, so I called Sarah (Emily's mom) and arranged to pick Emily up tomorrow morning. I thought at least it would get her away from her brother and would give me a chance to talk to her about what's going on. When my brother and I were being abused by my father, we set him up to be discovered in the act by our mother, and I might be able to convince her to try that strategy. Alternatively, if he's been taking pictures of her tied up naked, the pictures may still be on his camera or computer. She may be able to show them to her parents. They can hardly accuse her of framing him if the pictures show her tied up. There's no way she could have taken the pictures. I do have reservations about putting Mia in the middle of this. I don't know how this will work out.

Tim at least had no embarrassing spontaneous erections at work today. He says his penis is still numb except right near the base where it was banded.

Sandi

Sandi
I guess you could mention to Sarah that you overheard the girls talking about the pictures and maybe she should check the computer and camera. My thoughts are that this young boy would not hesitate to share the pictures with friends, or worse publish them on the net. If he visits a site publishing such picturess to upload them, odds on he will go on an FBI watch list.
It would be the best option for Sarah to find out the truth and correct her sons behaviour before too much damage is done to Emily. She seems happy enough now, but it seems that in the future she may come unstuck, and that will be very sad.
In your place, I would tell Sarah all I know
not so cheerful with this post

Originally Posted by msts1945

Sandi
I guess you could mention to Sarah that you overheard the girls talking about the pictures and maybe she should check the computer and camera.....

Thanks for the suggestion. I will this afternoon when they're here (see below). I don't want to cause unnecessary problems between Mia and Emily by making Mia out to be a "snitch," so I'll have to be careful how I phrase things.

Tim seems to be recovering quickly from the numbness. During the night, he woke up with pain in his penis. By now he more or less expects that as the numbness wears off after his penis has been banded, but previously it has taken a couple of weeks to get to that point. He says he now has some feeling in the shaft of his penis, but the head is still completely numb. There were differences in this latest banding, of course, both in how long his penis was banded and in our using the worm shocker on it, but it was a surprise that this time feeling has come back in part while part is still numb. That's different from before. He had an erection and wanted to try intercourse this morning, but I reminded him that Misty would be bringing Mia over, and we needed to be up and dressed so that we could then go pick up Emily. He looked disappointed but didn't say anything.

Over breakfast, Tim said we should invite Emily's whole family to join us for supper, and he'd try to get Tyler (Emily's brother) aside and talk to him in "generic terms" about what happens to 15-year-old boys who tie up their 12-year-old sisters naked, photograph them that way and play with their genitals. He said he wouldn't accuse Tyler but talk in terms that made it clear that he knew what was going on, and he'd emphasize how child molesters are treated by fellow prisoners in prison and the problems of being registered as a sex offender for life. Tim said, "I won't say I know he's done any of that. I'll just tell him, 'You know, there are boys who do that. Maybe you know some. You might want to warn them."

So when Misty brought Mia over, we went together to pick up Emily and asked Sarah if she and David (her hubby) and Tyler could join us around 3:00 pm for a barbecue. We'll probably eat around 5:00, because Mike will be busy at the restaurant until after 4:30. She said they had nothing special planned for the Fourth, so sure, they'd love to come.

So now we have Emily and Mia here and for supper we'll also have Mike and Misty, David, Sarah and Tyler. I need to pick up more groceries. I think I've got only enough hamburger for about eight, and the boys will likely want more than one, and I know I need more buns at least. Might throw some chicken on, too. Oh, and beer. We'll need more beer, and pop for the kids.

Sandi

You're to be commended for going out of your way to help this little girl..Hope it all works out well...smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

You're to be commended for going out of your way to help this little girl..Hope it all works out well...smooches Jackie

Well, this may go down in the record books as our shortest cookout ever.

Shortly after Emily and her family arrived, I got Sarah aside and told her I'd overheard the girls talking about some pornographic pictures that Tyler had. She seemed surprised, but she asked Tyler if she could borrow his cell phone for a few minutes. Tyler handed it to her, apparently assuming that she'd forgotten hers and just wanted to make a call. She found pictures on the phone, called Tyler over and asked him to explain how pictures of his sister tied up and naked got on his phone. He just stood there speechless. She called David over and showed him, then she lashed out at Emily for not telling them what was going on. Emily looked close to tears. She said she tried, but anytime she said Tyler was doing something wrong, they called her a liar. Sarah looked livid, and I thought she was going to hit Emily, but then she sat down and bawled like a baby for something like ten minutes. Meanwhile Emily and Tyler stood staring at her and at each other. Finally, David said they obviously had some issues to work out, he gathered his family, and they left. As they headed for their car, I could hear David berating Tyler as a "goddamn pervert" and using words I prefer not to report here. He laid a patch of rubber with the car when they took off. To say that he was steamed would be a bit of an understatement.

Tim was bummed. "You stole my thunder," he said. "I never got to have my little talk with Tyler." Then he grinned. "Thanks," he said. "I'm not sure I'd have handled it gracefully anyway."

Meanwhile, Mia was standing there with her mouth hanging open and tears forming in her eyes. I put my arms around her, then Misty joined, and we had a group hug for several minutes. Mike was looking puzzled, and Tim took him aside to fill him in on what had been going on.

After that, nobody was feeling in a festive mood anymore. Misty and I assured Mia that she'd done exactly the right thing by telling me, then they left, too.

I hope Emily doesn't end up blamed for anything. The way Sarah "discovered" the pictures may help shield her from retaliation from Tyler, because as far as he knows at this point (I believe), his mom found the pictures on her own, by accident.

Now I've got five cooked hamburgers and a whole barbecued chicken to figure out what to do with. I guess Tim and I know what we're going to be eating for a few days.

Sandi

Brilliant, as usual, Sandi.. This poor little family has some work to do to become whole...I hope they seek professional family help..Poor Emily...I hope Mia continues her relationship with her..and gives her some sup
port...she needs it..smooches (I'll have a thigh..of the chicken) Jackie

Sandi
You just got a huge hug from me You did good, girl!!

Of course you have helped to protect Emily and Mia, which is the most important thing.
However if Sarah and David do it right (and it does not sound like they will )
Then you will have saved Tyler as well.
Young boys also put up with a lot of garbage from friends and peers. They see stuff on the net that they don't understand and are easily led astray.
It sounds like Tyler also suffers from parenting issues as well.
Lets hope that when they got home, two young people were sat down around the table and a cool headed Mom and Dad talked through the issues, laid down some rules, and left the kids chastised, but not more damaged from this sad affair.
I think that is unlikely, as another couple suffer for the lack of a decent "Marriage and Family" Manual
Anyway here is another "hug" for you

Tim wanted to try sex last night, and he started with an erection, but he couldn't maintain it long enough to even get started. He was determined not to resort to the Velcro zip tie, so we just cuddled. He said the head of his penis was still numb, and this morning he confirmed that it still was. We're both a little puzzled about why part of his penis has recovered and part hasn't, but by historical pattern, none of it should have recovered this early, so maybe we just need to wait the usual two weeks.

Mia was crying when Misty dropped her off this morning, and Misty was having a hard time keeping her own composure. I put my arm around Mia as I waved good-by to Misty. "Thinking about last night?" I asked.

Mia nodded slowly, then looked up with tears on her eyes. "If what I did was right, why do I feel so rotten?" she asked.

"See if this makes sense to you," I said. "Parents sometimes have to approve painful surgery for their child. It hurts them to knowingly subject the child to the operation, but they know it will correct a problem that could be life-threatening. By your telling me about Tyler and Emily, you've done something similar. Do you know what would have happened if you hadn't?"

Misty shook her head.

"Boys who head down the path Tyler was on always need to do something a little more exciting than what they've already done. First it was having Emily play with his penis, then playing with her clitoris, then tying her up naked, then taking pictures of her tied up naked. Sooner or later that would be boring, and he'd have to try something more exciting. Maybe forcing a girl he's dating to have sex. That's rape. Or using his cell phone to take pictures of women under their skirts. That's voyeurism. At some point he'd get arrested for a felony and sent to prison. Child abusers are the lowest of the low in a prison. He'd have a hard time surviving. When he got out of prison, he'd be a registered sex offender. His name would be published on the Internet. He'd have a really hard time getting a job, and nobody would want him in their neighborhood. He'd find it hard to get anyone to rent a house or apartment to him. His prospects for getting married would be slim to none. If we got him off that path before it was too late, do you see how we've done him a favor?"

(As I was saying this, I started thinking about how much it applied to Tim. Now, Tim is too soft-hearted to willingly hurt anyone, and I don't know any man more conscientious about obeying laws. However, when it comes to thrill seeking and taking chances with his own genitals, the same principle seems to apply--he always wants to go on to something bigger, something more exciting, something with more risk.)

Mia nodded. I'm not sure she was convinced, but I think she understood. "What's going to happen to Emily?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "That's up to her parents. If they've calmed down enough to think rationally, I hope they'll get her some counseling. I was abused by my father, and counseling helped me. She needs to know she was the victim but that it doesn't mean that being a victim defines her. She doesn't have to keep being a victim. She has the power to say 'no', and she should feel free to use that power."

Mia put her arms around me and hugged so tightly I almost struggled for breath. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her on top of her head. Then we stood there hugging for quite a while. Finally she released her death grip on me and looked up at me. "It's supposed to be 100 degrees today. Can we go swimming again?"

"I think you're going to grow gills," I said. "Let's work together on getting some housework done this morning, then we'll see about swimming this afternoon, okay?"

She nodded. I suggested that she run the vacuum while I did laundry. A few of minutes later I was heading down the stairs with a laundry basket, and Mia was already vacuuming the living room.

The washer is buzzing. Must be an imbalanced load. Better go check on it. More later.

Sandi

I was surprised by a phone call shortly after writing the above. It was Sarah, asking me to watch Emily. "I can't trust Tyler to watch her anymore, and you've shown that you care about her, which I wouldn't know about someone I'd hire, and you're watching Mia," she said. "I'd be happy to pay you."

I told her I didn't need to be paid, but we'd have to see how it worked out before I made any long-term commitment. She asked whether she could bring Emily over right away, and I agreed to that. So now the two girls are cleaning up from lunch. I need to talk to Tim about this arrangement before I get to entangled in it.

It looks like swimming is off for this afternoon. If the girls keep each other busy, maybe I can get more housework done.

Sandi

UPDATE:

It's too hot to do much outside today, so Mia and Emily are watching a DVD movie. I was hoping that Emily would want to talk about what happened yesterday, but so far she hasn't brought it up. It may take some time before she feels free to discuss it with me, if she ever does. At least the girls seem to be getting along together as well as ever, so it looks as if Emily has no hard feelings about how Tyler got busted.

I called Tim at work to get his perspective on watching Emily long-term. He said he has no problem with it in principle, but he was concerned about its impact on me. How many days a week would it be? Every day? All day? Would that leave me some time to myself? So I called Sarah at work to get more details. (Fortunately I had the presence of mind to get her cell phone number this morning.)

Sarah said David works full time and she's working part-time, currently Tuesdays and Thursdays, so it's just two days a week that she'd need help normally, though there might be some unusual circumstances, and her days and hours could change. She works 9:00 to 5:30 currently. I told her we'd try it for a while and see how it was working out before committing to anything long-term. She was okay with that and thanked me for helping her out.

Sandi

Sarah just picked Emily up, and Misty picked Mia up, and Tim's home. It was quite a day. I won't have either of the girls tomorrow.

Tim says there's no change in his penis. Still numb at the tip, but some feeling in the shaft. The spontaneous random erections seem to have stopped, so we're thinking he won't need the chastity device on tomorrow. It's an "off" Friday anyway, so if he does have an unwanted erection, at least he won't have to try to hide it from coworkers.

Tim says if he can't keep an erection tonight, he wants to try the Velcro zip tie. He doesn't think he has a chance of getting an orgasm, but he says he wants to take care of my needs. Such a sweetie!

Sandi