I thought that maybe I should drive a little before it got too dark and then head into town for a bite to eat. Just then, an SUV pulled into the parki...g area. Just as it turned to park about two spots away, it flashed its lights in the turn. 'This could be interesting,' I said to myself. After a few minutes, the passenger side window rolled down and a gentleman inside 'mouthed' something that I could not understand. I got out of my car and walked over to his window to try to get a better. Sorry about that."And right then I couldn't remember her fucking real name. And Icouldn't get it out of my head that I somehow offended her and hurt herfeelings. This encounter actually meant something to me, was special tome, and at that point she wouldn't have believed me if I told her that.I forgot her name. I'm an idiot.So, I'm thinking we should get back to the good stuff, and if we'regoing to fuck, we should get to it and forget about all my idiotmistakes."Do you have something I can. The only thing Tara read which she didn't already know involved the details of the weekly Titshurt Town Meeting. All the wives were required to be at the town's dance hall by eight o'clock every Saturday night, and remain there until midnight. Once there, participation in the activities was voluntary, but the wives had to attend for the entire four hours.The only other specification had to do with the white high heels. Regardless of the outfit they decided to show up in, all the Titshurt wives. Best wishes for a cheating, preggy daughter,Mother DebbieChapter 2Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I offer. Some months ago I got a letter from "Sherry's Mom" who was having trouble getting her daughter to cuckold her wimp husband to get pregnant, because of the influence of her goody-goody little sister, Joyce. I had some ideas about to deal with the unfortunate situation and I.