"No, no, of course not," Tad said, finally. "I mean, I've already memorized them, Louise -- Jesus, they are so hot!... But Don's not going to give me ...ny copies! No, Baby!... I meant pictures of you! Wonderful, incredible, sexy pictures -- like these -- of you!" So, in thirty minutes together down in the basement, you two have cooked this all up," I said, more than a little bit miffed. "Naked photos of Little Cathy -- just like the ones of Louise -- and just like the ones of all of Don's old. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done. Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take his wife from this place once and for all. No longer would he wait for the spoils of another man like a timid peasant resigned to gathering table scraps for sustenance. It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that. She screeched into my ear and about knocked me out when her head slammed into my chin. One of her feet slipped off my knee, and she slammed down, taking the last little bit I had to offer. I felt her inner hotness begin to throb, which was more than I could take. I felt the dam break as I had my release.“That didn’t take long,” my mom said from the top of the stairs.I looked over at Mom and Ava taking in the show. Ava’s mouth hung open, and my mom looked amused.“Out!” I bellowed.Brook took that. I was worried that somehow he knew - if anyone would be psychic about something like this it’d be him, but nope, he just thought I wasn’t my usual superdork self. “Jeez, Mr. Wainwright, don’t freak me out like that. I thought you were going to say I had cancer or something.” I gathered my things and slung my bookbag over my shoulder. He kept making very reasonable very weak entreaties to my soul about whatever concerns he had and how there was help to be had, but his voice spoke more than.