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to get to know his work first. He gave
the book away at Smashwords. It would have to get through
Smashword’s approval process, then the book would go out to several
retailers. That story set up, he moved onto the next one. He did a
short workout and ate dinner with the ladies. Other than that, he
stayed focused on editing. Before he went to bed that night, he had
a second story out.
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    Brody got up early again the next day. He
checked to see how his books were doing. He looked first at Kindle,
where they were still in the review process. He checked at
Smashwords, where he’d not sold a single copy. His free story had
been downloaded over 300 times, though, which seemed very
promising. He had breakfast with the ladies, where he was informed
that he would eventually need to teach both girls at the same time
and then more as they came. But today, it would just be Resling
again.
    She came into the library where he was.
    “Okay. Yesterday you learned how to do the
times tables. We’re just going to review that today and then move
onto some reading. But today, you can draw the lines.” He held a
piece of chalk. He went and sat. “Okay. Show me one times one.”
    She smiled. She seemed a little nervous, but
much better than yesterday. She moved to the board and drew a line.
“One times one is one.”
    “Very good. Now show me one times two.”
    She did. They did fine on all the ones. She
had the concept down. She got through the twos easily, and then
halfway through the threes. Then she stopped. She’d just erased the
board, when she said, “I don’t think I can do anymore.”
    He was taken aback a little by this. “Why
not?”
    She shrugged. “I think I just forgot.”
    “Oh. I see.”
    She was smiling at him. He knew what she
wanted. He got up from the chair and walked up to her. He placed a
hand on her side. “Go ahead,” he said. Do three times five.”
    With that, she turned to the board and
started drawing the rows of lines.
    He held his hand on her waistline. It was
lean, but he could still feel her movement there. It was like her
big ass wiggled so much when she moved that it shook the rest of
her body.
    She easily finished up the threes and the
fours with his hand there. She stopped about halfway through the
fives. “Now I’m stuck. I can’t do it.”
    He didn’t waste time. He just moved his hand
down and rested it on the incline of her butt. His cock burned and
hardened as soon as he made contact there. “You can do it,” he
said.
    With that, she started drawing lines. Now it
was like his hand was on a mountain of jiggling flesh, covered only
by a couple of thin layers of fabric. His cock was throbbing, like
it was demanding to be more involved in this endeavor.
    She made it through the five and sixes with
ease. She moved into the sevens and got to seven times three.
    She spoke. Her voice had become higher in
pitch and more breathy. “I can’t do it anymore.”
    “Yes you can.” He patted her butt. It wasn’t
enough.
    “No, I can’t. I want to quit now.”
    He wasn’t disappointed at all. He moved
behind her. “I’m sure you can do it.” He moved his hands down to
the hem of her dress. He slowly lifted that fabric over the lump
that was her huge ass.
    She had on cotton panties. But her ass seemed
too big. It seemed to have just swallowed them.
    He couldn’t believe how incredible his life
had become. He’d thought he would spend his whole life in the cell,
and here he was, looking down at the butt of an eighteen-year-old
girl, and there was so much butt there. The shape made him think of
two couch pillows covered with skin. The skin of it look tender
enough to sink his teeth into. He put his hand on a part of a lobe
not covered with the fabric of her panties. He gripped, his hand
sinking into that tender flesh. A pleased moan escaped him. Then he
said, “I know you can do it.”
    She went back to work. The time, she didn’t
get as far. He didn’t think it was because it was more