Oh I used to be famous all throughout the land,I basked in fanatical praise from my fans.The more vicious I was the more money I made.Such a damned cy...ical cavalier jade.I made fun of homos, spicks, spooks and chinks,and my mysogynist raving always raised quite a stink!And when some bleeding heart took exception to me,I sneered in disgust and I called him PC.My life was a playland of thoughtless bombastwith no consequences, that I thought would last.But the night that the Rutger's girls played. It was somewhat of a pout. His eyes were filled with sadness. I couldnt understand why he was so saddened, but I figured it had something to do with the way he had talked to Olivia, and the things she had said about him right to his face. I hated seeing him so sad and suddenly, impulse took over. I reached over and took his chin in between my index finger and my thumb and pulled him up to me, our lips meeting as we got close. At first he didnt kiss back, but, at the same time, he didnt resist. He was looking at her sadly, and Kathia wondered if he had been crying.She sat up and looked at him curiously. "What is it, poppa?"He slowly came into the barn, his eyes downcast. He fumbled at his words, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his pants. Kathia could tell he was nervous and felt awkward, but she couldn't imagine about what."Kathia, my daughter," he began, his voice slow and barely above a whisper, "I am so sorry. You are right. It will be my grandchild. And I have no wish. It gave James the exquisite delight of corrupting delicate, reluctant innocence. His mouth soon moved down her soft, flat belly until he slipped his tongue into her naval and sucked, tickling the young harlot in to a wild giggle. “Ooooo! It tickles!” She was laughing now as his fingers increased the stimulating flicks on her skin. “Oooo! My lord! Hehehehehehehehe!!” James plucked back the coverlet and slid his new prize under the clean sheets. “Did Billings tell you what I need.