I knew he was getting his jollies overhearing my parents going at it on the kitchen table, but I ignored him. I was too busy peering all over the plac... as I dragged him to no place in particular. Like my parents’ condo, there was no place to hide in this development. Everything had been built and landscaped in the last five years, and it wasn’t as if young palm trees provided any kind of privacy or shelter for sneaking away for an outdoor quickie. Then I spotted a storage garage that backed up. “Smooth as can be! I’ve shaved ever since puberty. I never liked the way my pubic hair looked.”“You actually had it USDA graded?” I deadpanned.“No, of course not, you goofball! I just thought that would be a funny thing to say in a steak house.”“It was! And how is it served?”“Hot and juicy!” she laughed.“So now it’s a Wendy’s hamburger?” I teased, recalling the commercial. “That’s a real step down!”“You better hope I don’t quote Clara Peller!” she smirked.“Where’s the beef?” I chuckled. “That. The second one was her sitting on some sort of elegant queen-size bed, with her legs spread wide open to call attention to her exposed labia. It wasn’t fully exposed, given one of her hands, the hand that wasn’t on the bed to accentuate her pose, was on her clit, seemingly rubbing herself off as she took the picture. Once again, her eyes were glued to the camera, although this time her mouth was in an ‘O’ shape in a convincing display of her really getting into what she was doing. Her eyes. Charmaine looks off in the direction of the noise, as do our cameras... Striding through the trees, dressed inappropriately in heels, black stockings and that nasty little red dress of hers, it’s the familiar face of Carol, and pulling them along on a short leash, that enthusiastic bundle of lust, Rebel the German Shepherd. She walks at her own pace, stepping calmly over fallen branches. Her husband, Henry, is with her, but he’s being ignored.Charmaine sees Rebel and immediately laughs and.