She was so adorable. And so dangerous. I was stunned. Excited. She stepped toward me. "It's alright. My dad is busy barbecuing. He isn't looking for m.... But," she put her hands on the bulge in my shorts, "if you want to do it to me, you better do it now." She unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and moved her backwards by her shoulders onto her bed. She began laughing and covered her mouth while I pulled my boxers down. I wanted her to see me before I saw the. "Damn it dad it's us can't you leave her alone for 2 minutes?" She giggles to herself as she lays there with her feet up in the air. Is this really happening? She closes her eyes and just breathes in the after glow of their all night love making. She slowly pulls herself up in the sitting position sitting with her legs crossed, looking at him sleeping on their bed. That sigh escapes her lips as she looks at him and realizes (or rather hopes) that this is not a dream. She flexes her toes and. You have two minutes."I gagged even before I moved the glass. There was a ripple of quiet laughter from the audience and then silence. I became aware of time passing and told myself that I had to do this. I couldn't let them harm my husband. He may never speak to me again if we survive this week. But it's important that we both survive to catch that plane back to the States.I took a deep breath and brought the glass to my lips. I carefully avoided looking down at the contents. I also tried very. " Ain't that just ducky. Hey, idiot, give me that before you drop it."This last was said to Jon, from whom he took his prized possession. Itwas his Gibson electric guitar, an Angus Young Signature SG that had costhim most of the money he had received from his grandfather's will. Theguitar was his hobby, his escape, and also part of the reason he foundhimself in this situation. Although the guitar would be the thing thatgot the least amount of blame. Checking that it was, he strapped it overhis.