After pushing the car,we went towards the light. By the time,we reached to the place,we were totally wet.To our dismay,it was a not an outpost,but a h...use.We knocked at the door.After few minutes,we heard a raspy female voice Who is it?. Im sorry,but our car broke down.Could you please help us? My father replied. There was a silence and then the door opened and the old woman allowed us in.There was an old man standing there with a huge axe in his hand.I assumed,it was just to protect in case we. When she held her hand up, what could I do but help her to her feet?The class burst into applause, and she curtsied daintily before jiggling her way back to her seat.Mrs. Jacobs was sagging weakly in her chair, fanning herself with the brochure before tossing it aside and polishing the steam off her bifocals with a tissue.I felt like I'd had the stuffings sucked out of me. I'd been Hoovered! My legs were rubbery as I made my way to my seat."Well, now!" Mrs. Jacobs began. "I think this would be. On the way there I think about how happy I am that we made up, and how relieved I am to be hiding nothing from her anymore. Am I still jealous that daddy isn’t all mine anymore? Yes. But sharing him with Cassie doesn’t sound half bad, especially if I can have them both at the same time. Cassie parks her car in the driveway, and before I can even reach the door handle she’s unbuckled her seat belt and is leaning over the center console. I’m about to ask her what she’s doing, but her mouth is on. "What's wrong, Missy?" Bob asked innocently."Nothing, Daddy, it's just - well, I think it's nasty to be doing - that - to a man's - penis!" A man thinks it feels really good. That's why she's doing it. She seems to like it."Missy frowned slightly.Bob continued, "If you think it's nasty, then I guess you wouldn't do it, huh?"Missy shrugged. "Well, I don't know. If I really loved somebody, I would - probably."Time to go in for the kill, Bob thought. "Would you do it for Daddy?"Missy whipped her.