"GARY!" She shouted back."Don't give me that wounded, I'm a married white woman and would never look bullshit. You always look Jill. In fact you alway... stare openly at every crotch in a two block area."She gave that some thought, and then admitted to herself that he was right. She had noticed, and if she admitted it she had done more than notice. Her pussy had begun to get wet just standing there in front of those big black bulges. In fact she'd had to hurry to leave before she made a wet spot. There was a puzzled look and I thought maybe they had never seen one before. From all appearances I thought this was a young boy so I stripped off my clothes and got in to demonstrate.When they followed my example I was surprised to see it was a female with no tits and no buns due to her extreme thinness. She laughed as the water splashed on her and stood quietly as I soaped up and washed her hair and body. She followed my example except she couldn’t reach my hair. After I rinsed off, we got. Jack was busy so I was again alone. Alone with my thoughts. I sat in the front room nursing a beer and envisioned my daughter the night before. She looked sexy, she radiated sexuality. The longer I sat there, the more my daughter’s images taunted me. What does she look like nude? How could I get her that way so I could gauge her maturity?I got up and went to my bedroom to look for the small baggie of Rohypnol powder, my morals were at war with my curiosity, should I? Should I drug Jolie. .. what? My people call me Surprise, Melody or Trouble. Your turn.”“John Beavers...” he said.“From?”“Beavers Bottom.”I raised my hand like I was swearing to tell ‘the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. so help me God.’ “Frogmorton.” I said. “You know the hauley road east of Beavers Bottom?”He nodded.“The sheds on the hauley?”“Uh huh.”“My mom and dad kept their airplane in those sheds.”He looked close ... closer than when they were dancing ... closer than when they were ... yeah.