But a lewd spark of prurient interest began to tickle her mind. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take a little peek. She knew it was wrong, but..... nervously licking her lips she opened the tool shed door and stepped inside. She knew there were several knotholes in the back wall that would give a good view of the area behind.The sounds were louder now, and she knew that the love-making couple must be only a few feet away. A little warning signal tried to keep her back from the planked. “Yeah, but we will get a lot of push back from the more conservative elements in society,” Rachel said. “They’ll say it’s ‘Unaustralian’, or ‘insulting to the history of our nation’, all that stuff.”“All the more reason to go with it, then,” I said. “What do you reckon, Mary Beth, we could even give them the writing credits?”“We would have to, since it was something they had written,” she said. “We don’t want to be accuse of ripping anyone off, not given the theme of the album.”It appeared that. " Well, again to put it shortly: This factory can only hire unmarried mothers. The buildings were still Arthur's, but he resigned from taking out any profits from the production. They were all supposed to be used for the benefit of the mothers and their children. He built about 25 nice apartments on the top floor, started a day-care centre on the third floor, and then he left it to us all to cooperate, elect our own leaders and run the factory as a commune." Wow, the old guy always had a streak. I know that you and I have a unique and special relationship. I also know that you have needs -- needs I can't satisfy." Are you giving me blanket permission to go out and have affairs with girls?" she asked."Let's just say I'd be tolerant of it." I see ... It's funny -- I never expected to hear something like that from you." She ran her hand along his chest. "Does that mean if I told you I was spending the night with Brittney you'd tell me to go enjoy myself?" Is that something you want to.