We put our shoes next to the girls’, and our pants and underwear went airborne never again to be seen. “Come on, get naked with us,” Veronica in...isted to the old guy. “I have to get my Viagra out of the truck,” the geezer said. Veronica looked disappointed. Then she looked at me. “No Viagra needed there,” she observed. My beaver basher was ready for action. Josh’s little soldier was at full attention. We had gathered a crowd of onlookers. No kids thank God, but about two dozen adults were. Have you thought about shoes yet, James? High heels orflats? I'd go with a two-inch heel with that skirt. Your legs are just todie for girlfriend, certainly long enough without 3 or 4-inch heels. Ithink some shiny stockings will definitely get the guys looking. Just siton the bed. I know you know how to put on sexy stockings. Seams straight?Don't you just hate it when the seam lines crooked? That's enough to driveany girl crazy! Let's work on your makeup. Isn't this like just so muchfeminine. And you seem to coat every bit of me. With your flesh and with your hands. You’re drenching me and drowning me so I gasp for breath. How quickly your hands have moved, like spiders. Coated in webs of passion, I’m now burning alive. In my soul and in my mind. Like we were made into a cocktail, shaken and stirred. I’m dizzy, drunk, and forgetful, as the vodka, but you being as the water, keep rhythm with your tides. You wash over my legs and navel. You tease my nipples with your mouth. Sucking. "Father," I replied and pointedly ignored the hand.We walked silently to the car, where he beckoned for me to get into the back seat."Hello James," she said. I immediately got out again."Is this your idea of a fucking joke?" I hissed."James, please."I fought to control my rising anger, God how I wanted to smash my fist into his face."Get that fucking slag out of my sight and do it now dad" I didn't even raise my voice, but obviously I didn't need to. With a click of his fingers, he sent the car.