”“Who are you?”“Like I said Serena Venus Farmer. Blame my bloody mother for that. The bunch I work for do all sorts of things that are a bit J...mes Bondish. I reckon a former tart could come in useful.”I was thinking this through, on the fly because what I was really after was getting this girl to come and stay with me so I could learn from her. Still Geoff Callow probably would find something, if only to give her a leg up and out of prostitution, he was a good guy that way.Anyway, we finished. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d grown to know the names of. She brings her hands to her mouth and stares at her faithful, beloved enormous Great Dane. She remembers, remembers all of it. Her dog just fucked her. And she just fucked her dog. Without hesitation or fear or remorse. And she never wanted it to end. All the dogs, all the dogs.Her face fractures. Screaming and red and broken, she backs away from her pet.The Dane is disturbed. His mistress is acting strangely. He comes toward her. She shrieks, tells him to go away, go away, go go get away from. " Oh, Daddy," Linda said, shivering against his upright cock. "I wouldn't be like Mom. Ever! I never want to torture a man that way!" Or me?" her father pressed, rubbing her naked ass-cheeks beneath his big hands. "Will you torture me, just because I'm your father?"Linda's brow creased then as confusion again assailed her young mind."I just don't know about all this," she sniffled, starting to cry again. "I want to hate you for what you did to me, breaking my cherry and all, but somehow you.