Happy and her husband are quickly converting this town to worshiping the Living God.”I scowled at the former born-again Christian Reverend and his c...ckolding wife. “She should've been here with us. She was one of the Ghost's favorites.”“Both her and her sister are carrying his k**,” Carla nodded. “But they both are big into worshiping the Living Gods. We need to go somewhere remote, where people don't know who the Ghost is.”“I have a ranch up in Idaho,” I answered. “It's very remote. My aunt. That’s right. Jacques has called me out of the blue several weeks ago and I agreed to have lunch with him. I had not seen him in over five years. Our eyes locked and I knew our chemistry was still strong. I wanted him, badly. My libido was like a freight train that couldn’t be stopped until the train wreck occurred. I was finally going to allow myself the experience I missed the day I broke my leg. Yeah, I had gotten too comfortable again. God, he had to be eight or nine inches long. He dropped. We knew the Mustang patrolled at night (8 to 1) and made a particular run every morning at 10, so we figured using Vicky for this trip was safe. Having it escort the station wagon here made sure LAPD left us alone.We got an early start and were ahead of schedule when we parked. I mentioned that and Gracie made a request.“I want you to rape me again. One last time. Here and now.”The request was not exactly unexpected, she had quite a sexual appetite and I knew the prospect of doing it in the car. We're both using mechanical transportation. But nothing I could hope to do with that bicycle is going to get me six hundred miles an hour.I related this all to Jason the evening after that pair, Cindy and Nikki, announced their newly printed degrees."But, baby," he said soothingly, "You have a very good bicycle."And I don't know if he's talking about my REAL bicycle, or he's talking about ME in one of those cute sexual innuendos he uses, or he understands the metaphor I'm using. Since his hands.