The book was a masterpiece of literature, Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. He didn’t remember much of the story, but recalled his reaction to it. The ...ook had made him angry when he read it then, but he didn’t know how he’d react to it today.Rather than commenting, he said, “Let me read it tonight.”“I read Grapes of Wrath and thought I would read another book by the same author. I’m sorry that I did that,” replied Bill. In a way, he had hoped that his father would have an instant answer for him.. I hadn’t really been listening to daddy and Isabelle talk but what I did pick up on was the fact that Isabelle wasn’t married and that the yacht belonged to her brother. “A single woman that doesn’t look bad.” I thought. “Get in there father.”I was a bit disappointed when Isabelle stood up and said that they were leaving. Daddy and Toby stood up too, so I did, and we all went out to the back of the boat and said our good-byes, daddy saying that we hoped to see them again soon.I followed daddy. And wants to see how many cocks she can have in one night. Ok let’s have a go then I say. She goes off into the club to find the young lad again. Nearly 40 minuets late she comes back with the young lad and his mate. She’s smiling for. Eat to eat. Which means only one thing. She has been fucked already. She tells me the two lads and a couple of there mates had taken her out side round the back and she had suck tow of them off and the other two had fucked her but these two had not cum yet so can. Marcella laid it all out, pulled out her charms with a thick layer of flirt. She greeted the author, ‘Ciao, Signore Hardway.’ Her accent typically won her huge points with most every man. His brows lifted, heard the obvious flirt, then greeted in response, ‘Hello.’ Marcella reached her copy of January to the author and sang, ‘Per fevore, would sign this for me?’ He sang back, ‘Of course.’ He took the book, set it on the table but his eyes took a moment to look at the most perfect of all his.