"What would you like to do now?"Keven smiled lazily. "I should think that would be perfectly obvious." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "Afte... an afternoon of wild, unexpected sex there can only be one suitable follow-up."I smiled knowingly and he nodded. "That's right; I want to start painting you."I swatted him in mock outrage. "Painting?!? You don't want to throw me over your shoulder and carry me off like a caveman would take his woman?"He grinned undeterred. "I can't do both?". You think you're a great rapper,But I've seen better shit when im sat on the crapper. You walk around like you're heaven sent but your hell bent,On being a dick to both women and men. You got no respect I can't have that,You couldn't get pussy in a bag full of cats. Your rhymes are lazy, you must be crazy,Sit down son your not the real slim shady."The beat stops and everyone is going nuts. Cheering and applauding. Dave's face is bright red and i notice Holly smiling big at me. I hand the mic. "Mom! Dad! It's Rob. Are you okay?"From inside, I heard an older man's voice. "Rob, is that you?" Yes, Dad, it's me with some new friends. We are coming in. Okay?" Okay, Son. Come on in."We went in and were met by Paul, Rob's father, and his wife, Ella, at the door. He introduced Terry first. Then he introduced Jennifer and me. They had talked a lot on the trip to Moreno and there seemed to be a genuine fondness developing. Ella was effusive in her greeting to Terry. Paul noticed both Terry and. Believe me, this was not the first time.Judging by tight and tiny workout clothes lain out on her bed, she was heading to the gym and was likely just doing some of her "beauty" exercise: designed only to maintain what was already near perfect. Oh yeah, and there was that; the fit, 18-year-old tart, my little sister Emma, singing the sweet notes that were breaking steadily through the sound of the falling water, was drop-dead gorgeous.It started with the face: a cute but sultry combination of.