But this story is about something else, something totally different, something we had talked about but I never thought would actually happen. We had a...great sex life and had recently spiced it up a little with some fantasizing about her being with another guy, she would tell me about “the guy from the grocery store that she took to the car and blew before she came home” “the guy from work that she fucked” or maybe she was a stripper or a hooker that had already been with a bunch of guys and now. "Ooh," Andie said. "I like that."Slowly, very slowly, I increased the pressure, still moving my finger around and around. At first, the tight muscle of her asshole would not yield. Then it gave a little and my finger dipped slightly into her. I kept moving and pressing. My finger slid into her little by little. Soon it was as far as the first joint. Then it was as far as the second joint. I pushed it forward and buried my middle finger all the way into Andie's ass."Oh, jeez," she said, "that. Her father was drowsing on the living room sofa.“Hey sweetheart,” He announced, maybe not even looking, “Love what you did with your hair this morning.”“Yeah, morning Dad,” Avery croaked as she dragged her fingers through her tangles. She descended into the basement. The basement was finished, this was where the pool table and big television were. The west corner was locked, filled with her mother’s wine and her dad’s guns. The east corner was the second Shannon bathroom. The water pressure. He remained silent as their eyes stayed locked. After fifteen seconds she could see a slight smile slowly growing on his face. She smiled in return. As if their was no one else within a mile of them they kept this contact up for what seemed hours then slowly she saw his eyes leave hers and agonisingly slowly he was looking down. She had no choice but to follow suit and look to see what he was looking at. She looked at the Lennon face with a New york sign below it. She knew this was not.