"Come on, you'll see what I'm talking about after you do," she informed me. "So ... you want to do it yourself? Or would you like me to? Or are you cu... shy too?" she asked pointedly.As bizarre as this all was, I was highly aroused now too, all this talk, seeing her naked, talking about jerking myself off, or even better, her doing it, I surprised myself by throwing caution to the wind. "Would you mind?" I actually asked her."Not at all!" she said gleefully, and then before I knew it, she had. Jessica didnt have any bigger more delectable girls to hide behind this time nor did she think her mother would fall for any of her old school tricks, no if she was going to survive roasting age she was going to have to come up with some other way to get out of being a Christmas meal for people she hates, for people she hates I am referring to anyone who would want to roast her for dinner. Which is in fact almost everyone? Realizing her argument was lost Jessica decided not to anger her mother. The art buddy took those home, and his burnt in memory of the event, and then did the reconstruction. And, when he did, I was shocked at the details that he presented. He did his art big. I have a forty eight inch version of the drawing seen here in this story. Instead of zooming in, you need only walk up close to the drawing. It is obvious that the artist tried to save the most graphic images of what happened to my wife and the other girl on stage. He thought that you would just look “closely”. Jill had some coffee going when I got out. Sara was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some cereal."Hey Jack, how about a ride to school?" That's fine with me, but we have to leave a half hour early so I can drop Jill off at school. If you want Chris to go with us, you'd better give him a call." I better get going in the bathroom if you're coming with us. I need to shower this morning, too. Jackie made me all messy last night." Hey. You asked me to." I didn't tell you to leave me all slimy..