"I hugged Brie and tucked her in, then sat on the side of the bed. "Brie, Honey, I have to ask if you have been told about the changes in your body th...t seem to appear. I mean do you know about menstruation and all that girl stuff that should be coming along any day now?"Brie sat up, hugged me around the neck, and said, "Daddy, that is girl stuff and Mommy told me some of it and Marcia told me some more too, but why do I have to bleed every month. I mean, why do I have to do that?"I tried to. Surely you don't want me to leave a million dollars in cash in the parking lot?" I asked."I want you to drive south on highway 22 until you come to an intersection with a flashing red light. At that light I want you to turn right. About two hundred yards on the right, you will see an abandoned service station, Pull over there and wait for more directions." Fair enough," I answered. I had learned a couple of things. Bullrider wasn't following me and he/she was no genius in general. Just on the. .. is that what you really want... to be a mommy-slut... to have my baby growing inside of you... cuz I'm gonna cum in your pussy right NOOWW... AAAAggghhhhhh," he growled. Feeling Steve slamming his cock into her was more than Cassandra had ever hoped for. She had often fantasized about being taken like this, about being used like a common slut but none of her previous lovers had ever succeeded like Steven was. He was crashing against her womb with each thrust triggering exotic pleasure/pain. For the life of me I don't know what's interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.It's not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it's shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now.It was the dream; that's what feels shameful ... even though it shouldn't. Nothing.