"French hen with roasted foie gras and confit potatoes au jus," said Zophia when asked. Thompson had never eaten foie gras before. He didn't even know...what it was. No surprise there, given his trailer park background. He'd filled in a lot of gaps in his education, but clearly much was still lacking."I didn't know you spoke French," said Thompson, noticing that her accent was perfect, an accomplishment that had eluded him despite having been forced to study the language in school."I didn't speak. He promised me dinner or whatever I wanted. I decided to wear a short skirt just to please him. I got a glass of water and sat down across from them on the couch, watching the game on the TV. Bob, the guy, then spilled his beer so I went to get a cloth to clean it up; Bob moved as I knelt down and bent over to clean up the spill. My short skirt moved up on the back of my legs. I looked over at my husband and saw him give some kind of signal to Bob (like a thumbs up), and then I realized Bob. ”“You could let Liz become pregnant, contract VD, or overdose. Or very likely all three.”I sighed, “Is this what being married to you is going to be like?”Jocelyn shook her head, “No, because unless you figure out how to get past the issues we just discussed, we’ll be really, really good friends and marry other people. Well, after we fuck each other silly for a few years.”I laughed, “Those two days made you VERY horny!”“I was horny BEFORE those two days. Now I know what it’s like with you, Mik!. His thumb began exploring the globe searching for her nipple.“Does it hurt?” Rathinam asked for which Latha didn’t answer. He resumed kissing her and after letting his daughter feel him breathe hot, his lips reached out to hers and pressed gently against them. Latha realized that she was enjoying his kiss and couldn’t resist her temptation to kiss him in return. Rathinam’s excitement became immediately evident as he began gripping his daughter tighter and started pulling her much closer to him..