I could not resist despite what I'm sure was good advice. Temptation overcame caution, a common failing of mine."Let go a'her, y'jackass," I said, sta...king toward the table crowded with eight or nine men, all of whom looked up in surprise.The red-faced man stood, dumping the woman toward the dirty floor. She scrambled away, and I stepped up to face him, our noses two inches apart."Who the hell're you to tell me wha' t'do, y'scum?" he demanded, spraying spittle in my face. He probably outweighed. On the screen, the Patriots were advancing the ball down the field toward the goal line. At the five-yard line, their legendary quarterback, Tom Brady, punched it in with a short pass, giving New England their first touchdown of the game. Dominic’s fists rose in defiant celebration and he shouted along with Shawn and Harold.“Fuck it!” he bellowed. “You’re on! $500 or a strip show from the lady!”I rose from my chair and shook his hand. Shawn and Harold shared a laugh and shook their heads in. Just clothing, books, more clothing, shoes and ... well, stuff. Normal stuff. Then he spotted it. A picture sitting face down in the bottom of a drawer. At last!He turned it over, and his blood froze. It was his daughter. His completely naked daughter! She was on her hands and knees, her face a mask of ecstasy as she sucked on some other chick's pussy. He could just see some guy fucking her from behind. Rage filled him. Janie was only fifteen! He'd have these fuckers jailed for EVER for this!. He'd remembered seeing some adult magazines on the newsstands that had women their age, not that he could've imagined himself looking at them, but Mrs. Martone was the kind of woman they must feature. She was just that impressive. Keith would've thought her even more impressive if he'd know that his guess at her age was almost seven years short, and that she'd passed her fiftieth birthday two years ago.Seeing the casual sun dress she was wearing, the sort he had seem his mom wear a hundred.