So, I had a porn tape plugged into the VCR, a tape I got from a friend at school, and was engrossed in it when I heard the back door slam and in walke... my sister, Beth."Whatcha watching, Brett?" she asked as I fumbled with the remote, trying to turn the damned thing off.I couldn't so I hopped up and hit Stop, then Eject, and once I had it in my hand, I was also trying to hide the erection in my pants which, of course, was rather obvious."You don't have to hide it from me, Brett, I'm old enough. She, black beauty, stood with him. She wasa towering goddess, all sculptured perfection, long-legged and tall,with thick lips that naturally formed a contemptuous smirk. He saw melooking at them. Reflexively, I turned to face them, as if conditionedto present myself to superiors. He leaned in to her and whisperedsomething inaudible to anyone around. Her eyes rose and she scannedthe elevator. He continued whispering. She found me and looked down atme, holding my gaze like a lioness appraising a. "Dusty are you ok?" asked Suzan with a surprising amount of kindness.She went to hold him, but Lori who was closer got there first and quickly pulled his head over to her shoulder while she rubbed his hair. Dusty didn't even seem to notice as he stared straight ahead.Suzan's face flashed annoyance before it went back to a neutral expression.Slowly Dusty pulled away from Lori to sit up as he thought back to what happened."He came through the outside wall. We heard the screams of the men next. "Ever since the divorce. I make more money than my dad does anyway." Your parents are divorced?" I gave her a sympathetic frown of my own."Last year," Amy shrugged. "My dad's out in California. I see him once in awhile." Hmmmm..." I made a face at that."Yeah," she said. "It's no big deal. How did you meet your husband? Was he in one of your classes or something?" Something like that," I told her with a grin. "He was a model, actually, for one of my art classes." Oh yeah? He's a model?" Amy's.