And if it had been too erotic a sight to believe, their soft reassuring voices as they coaxed their daughter to ever heightened sexual awareness and p...rformance at the same time, convinced Jake that what he had seen hadn't been a delusion. Apparently, Mrs. Ventnor didn't limit her sexual overtures to just the boy next door. Mrs. Ventnor liked to go down on her own daughter....while her daughter was sucking off her own father. And Veronica was into it......a LOT. Jake knew just enough. "Sicker than you think. I want you to do something to me."Laura's eyes rolled upward. "Not again." You can't say you haven't loved it with me. I dare you," Karen fixed Laura with her dark, glittering eyes."I... have loved it," Laura confessed. "But it's... so twisted. Why can't we have normal sex?" You have normal sex with everyone else," Karen breathed. "With me, you have exciting sex. Dangerous sex." You're telling me," Laura deadpanned. "What is it now?" I want you to fist me." To what?" To. I invite her to ride my horse of brown leather in my studio which only serves very special clients.Nikita's twinkle in her eyes betray her sexual curiousness for what I might mean with 'my horse'. Fast forward a few years. Nikita still has no hubby, the same hobby, only not her own mare to ride.We casually chat for a minute as she sells me a few packs of my brand of shag and rolling papers.I invite her to use my horse, if she still likes to ride once in a while. Meet me in my studio!The shine. He floated above the center, giving him a bird’s eye view.The twirl of his hand, that’s all it took. All of the junk tossed out of the streets, everything made of metal or containing metal, rose into the air, caught in a focused electromagnetic field. Silverware, tools, door handles, electronics, decorations, picture frames, everything. Even the cars were picked up. He gathered them together into a massive pile and dumped it outside the city for the spawn to begin gathering up to take to the.