Sophie walked over to the pool table and hopped up on the edge. “Are you good with your stick?” She asked leaning back on her elbows with her legs...spread. “Well?” She dared him.He walked up to the table, he leaned the big end of the pool stick towards her and asked, “Are you any good with my stick?”Sophie leaned up and grabbed the stick into her hand. She lowered the stick to her lips and licked it. She then placed her lips around the stick and proceeded to suck on it. She stopped and looked at. Let’s have some fun, Uncle Dan. I want to enjoy my last day here on your beautiful ranch! Why don’t we do one final photo shoot?” He seemed to perk up at this idea.“OK, Tara. I guess that’s much better than sitting here being depressed all day.”My uncle started to get his gear together, and I went upstairs to change my clothes. I opted for a tight, white t-shirt with no bra, and my uncle’s favorite pair of super-short denim shorts with no underwear. I wanted our last day together to be a. .." Oh, No!" the Scarecrow said, scrambling to his knees. "May I?" He reached for Dorothy's skirt."Why not?" Dorothy whispered.The Scarecrow took Dorothy's skirt between his trembling hands, and pulled it up, revealing her naked lower limbs."So lovely," the Scarecrow breathed.Dorothy adjusted her stance, separating her legs. She held her skirt up.The Scarecrow's glove-fingers slid up her inner thighs until they reached her soft nether lips.Dorothy closed her eyes, lay her head back,. Everything except for the television set.As Eric stood up, the static faded into a picture of a little boy sitting on a couch playing with a four-inch high Red Indian figurine. The couch looked as dated as the TV Eric was viewing it on, and just as Eric recognized the room being the very one he stood in, a young voice cried distantly from the TV, “Mom? Have you seen my Red Indian?”The little boy jerked, accidentally knocking the figurine off the arm of the couch where it fell into the floor.