That could have caused some complications, but I’m sure mom had thought of something even if she hadn’t mentioned it to the doctor.My grandparents...and cousins had gathered for the summer fest. I hadn’t been particularly close with them before, but they seemed to notice I had become more social than before, so we were chatting quite a bit during the dinner.“Can you come help me pick some apples from the glade, Johnny?” mom asked. She was wearing her flowered summer dress and her hair had been. I didn't, for two reasons: for one, I was still tied to the chair. Secondly, that's exactly what Argyle wanted me to do. She spent centuries trying to break just one tiny little crack in my mental armor so that she could worm her roots of lust into me, and ultimately consume my soul. Our relationship was symbiotic, but any moment of weakness would let it turn predatory as Argyle devoured my soul. I shuddered as I contemplated that fate, and the fires of lust which had begun to smolder. ." Okay."Kasey let out an exasperated sigh. "Daddy, it's not like I have formal dresses in my closet." You don't?" Don was smiling as he teased his daughter."Daddy!" Okay, okay. So who's driving you shopping?"Kasey sighed again. "We need you to drive, Daddy. We can't drive. Leslie's at the store until nine. There's no one else." Okay, fine," Don said. "Let's go then."For the next four hours, Don chauffeured his daughter and her friend to half a dozen dress shops. He sat bored in each one as. She assumed the nightmare was over, but Michael's libido was apparently prodigious. She gathered up what courage she could find and was about to raise the subject of the photos when Michael got up from the couch, his deflated member still quite impressive in size. Half dressed, he trotted out of the room calling back to her as he left: "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."Alone and flustered, Beth was uncertain whether she should retrieve her clothes now or wait for Michael to come back.