She had enough sense to pull her hand away as my foot began its descent, but she glared up at me from her crouched position."Are all American's so rud...?" she asked me.Her voice and accent were like doves cooing in the dark, soft, gentle and hypnotic. I bent down, put my hand on her shoulder and apologized obsessively. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my. .. well, those women did not look normal. It was like a spell had been put over them and..."My heart pounded in my chest. "I invented something. Or discovered it," I told her, holding my hands tightly together. "That when particular energy is fired at women, it causes deep and uncontrollable arousal for around an hour, and my friend thought that they would use it and..." My voice trailed off as I mumbled and looked at the classy girl, gauging her expression as she fiddled with her hair."Don't. The old woman takes the kids to their rooms. Kim and Susan share the first guest room, which is full of porcelain dolls. Brandi is in the next room, which is full of rag dolls. Mike and Brad are in the third guest room, which is full of Barbie dolls. The old women say that her husband is a toy maker and she loves to collect dolls. Later that night Brad goes to Kim's room and Susan goes to the boy's room to be with Mike.In the middle of the night Mike awakes with a stinging pain in his groin. When she got to the farm the farmer’s wife greeted the c***dren, inviting them in for some hot soup while C checked on the a****l and when it started to rain the farmer came over with an umbrella. But he saw her bending over checking the horse’s shoe and mentioned what a lovely sight he was looking at and that her legs looked fab asking was it true she always went commando and her laughing and jokingly saying one day you might find out. Suddenly he came up behind her, put his arms around her.