He blew a few smoke rings before clamping the pipe back in his yellowish teeth. He stretched his arms above his head before looking back at the trees....Damn I need a woman, he thought. Why did my wife have to die? He could see his young wife barely come of age. She was shorter than Norman only coming up to his shoulders. Her long blonde hair shown brightly in the sun, tied back into a ponytail. Her body was firm and well defined. Her breasts strained constantly against her bodice that she wore,. The fluid burnt its way down her throat. Faith was sure it would poison her and only just managed to prevent herself retching.At last the girl released her head and rolled off. Drawing racking breaths, Faith burst into tears. Never had she been subject to such humiliation. Other than being forced to eat excrement, she could imagine no dirtier activity than placing her mouth over another's genitals, male or female. Why, if Bill, God rest his soul, had even hinted at such an activity, she would. He is not at all a bad looking man but she is fucking gorgeous. Ten times, a hundred times more beautiful than her photo. When we got back to their house, we sat around for at least half an hour, mostly playing with their kitties and making small talk. Well, they did. I just sat there and giggled nervously like a buffoon. Finally, he stood up next to me and grabbed my hair to pull my head back f***efully. I gasped and whimpered a bit as he pointed out to her how much I was enjoying it. Placing. .. was ... rough..." She found she was panting from shortness of breath, too. Wearily she sat up."Should we postpone your birthday party?" Monica wanted to know. She seemed somewhat hopeful at the prospect of delaying witnessing her daughter's deflowering.Samantha glared at Monica. "Don't you bloody well dare."There was a ping and Sergeant Benson retrieved the CAP card from the dispensing slot beside the medtube. He looked at it first, as was his right and duty."Well?" Samantha asked, scared.