I did recall from our brief time in the river that I thought she would respond well to a take-charge person. Both of our eyes once more communicated o...r mutual trust, care and admiration for each other.We stared at each other in calming silence for nearly a minute before a small grin spread across my face as I remember one other detail of my adventure with twenty-one-year-old, Viktoriya Tolsik-Kharlamov.I was about to ask Viktoriya about my Polaroid SX-70 camera when she abruptly slapped her. The rhythm guitar man was in another bathroom having a piss and promptly leapt from the window into the swimming pool where he stayed, shivering until it was all over and watched as his two fifteen year old companions were put into the back of a police car to be reunited with their "caring" parents!Me? I was luckier than any of them, my two young friends had been on the balcony, amusing me by seeing who could piss the furthest and had seen the cars screeching to a halt outside.It took them just. Do you know what it’s about? Should I? I mean, I don’t know what this is about, but it is late, so do you want me to call him and tell him you are waiting for him to call back?” I didn’t but I knew if he put that much effort into getting a hold of me I had better at least give him one more chance or he might not let me take advantage of our new bargain. “Sure, that would be great!” I said in a cheery voice. Five minutes passed and I slowly masturbated while watching a white girl suck a black. She wanted a bedtime tale to calm her down.I trembled, her arms wrapped around me. “My wedding day to Daddy was such a special day. I was so excited. I wore this amazing, white dress that hugged my pregnant belly.”Her blue eyes, the same hue as my mother and Grandmother Rachel, stared up at me. Her lips sealed tight about my nipple as she squirmed in my embrace. She was so beautiful. She was gorgeous. My precious daughter. Daddy and I had come together to make her.“My wedding dress really.