Lola opened the door and was holding her phone to her ear talking to some producer or director about some silly project that required her to be “bot...omless” for a scant thirty seconds of porno content that she was contractually allowed to refuse without added compensation. I overheard her ask for twenty-five “G’s” and I had to smile at her high-priced change of heart on exposing her goodies to the masses wondering what else she had a price tag on in the area of perverting common decency for. Abbie talked more and David paid attention to her every word. He smiled some, showed surprise some, and never took his eyes off Abbie. Abbie seemed to talk herself out and sat looking at David. It was a slow tender moment as their hands carefully inches toward the other. Their fingers interlaced, they sat in silence watching the fire burn. I returned to my home and went to bed. Next morning, I looked out seeing a few embers still glowing in the pit. Water splashed and I saw Abbie swimming at. Youre like your mother, always cleaning. You bend over in front of me and my dick twitches, your shirt riding up to show your panties. Theyre soaked… its all I can do not to grab you right now and fuck your brains out. I want to have sex, she looks like shes about to enjoy it. Will you show me sex? is your next question, and I practically die right then and there. I go to pull up a video, but you shake your head. No Daddy, I mean I want you to show me, you say, putting an emphasis on you. Then. " Oh, yes--yes, I do, sir; it is the pede claudo of the ancients. I know all that, for it is with the justice of all countries especially that I have occupied myself--it is with the criminal procedure of all nations that I have compared natural justice, and I must say, sir, that it is the law of primitive nations, that is, the law of retaliation, that I have most frequently found to be according to the law of God." If this law were adopted, sir," said the procureur, "it would greatly simplify.