When Don returned to the house, he had spent the better part of an hour at the corner tavern, a dump that he ordinarily never even glanced at twice. T...night though, it had looked appealing and there he'd consumed several stiff drinks before he felt himself able to return home. He had not come up with any solution to this problem, but had decided that it might be best to talk to his young stepdaughter after all. Perhaps he would be able to reason with her, to convince her of the sheer folly of. Audio media, visual media, and print media containing such strong languageand/or depictions of such adult situations is collectively referred to, inthe vernacular, as pornographic material. This narrative should be regardedas pornographic material, intended as entertainment only, and to be read orviewed only by adults in full control of their mental and emotional faculties,and who choose, of their own free will, to read, listen to, and/or view suchmaterial in private. The author of this. The only place to do that was on the bus and part of me didn't want to get back on now. I could cash my ticket, I told myself, trade it in for a ride back home. My husband was an asshole, yeah, but I loved him. I could be a bitch too sometimes and we'd had a bad stretch, that's all, both of us going off and that wasn't right. That wasn't the way it was supposed to be.I almost talked myself into it when the announcement for the bus came over the loudspeakers. The driver hitched up his grey. ”“That was a really personal story I told you, and it was about me doing it to someone else, because she asked me to.”“I thought if you were nice and relaxed you might want to try it as well.”“And it didn’t occur to you to ask me, or even tell me what you had planned.”“I thought it would be better if I surprised you.”“Brandon,” Tegan said, gritting her teeth “I don’t think that’s true. And I’m going to ask you to be completely honest with me, and I promise I won’t get mad.”“…ok.”“Did you try it.