It was very sweet, so sweet that a small glass lasted me half an hour. Lynne took bigger sips, and took them more often and by the time I poured my se...ond glass the bottle was a third empty.I think she regressed, at least partly. She was thinking about her own Prom night, and what happened in the back seat of that car, but it was being overlaid with later memories of the same activity. She got horny and the brandy got her loose."My daughter is probably in the back seat of some car right now,". He's to blame too. Now her foul brat will probably inherit Mayfield."Beall listened to the furious man's labored breathing and waited for him to calm down a bit. He couldn't decide whether to just sit and react or to try to keep the man talking. Better to keep him interested, he concluded. Time was what he needed."Understand you don't like left-handed people, James. Why is that?" What, what? That's a lie. My mother was left handed, you damn meddler. Stroked my face, she did, did my hair with. However, as he studied the woman in the seconds after she has asked him if he would go with her he thought that apart from her face, regards beauty of any sorts, she was very plain and certainly wouldn’t attract any interest. However, on the other hand her body was more to his liking for he liked plump women with heavy and sagging tits and a nice round and large bottom that was in proportion to her height and weight. ‘I wonder if she has a forest at her groin’, he thought as he agreed and her. Not nearly so much as he'd enjoyed as the second most senior officer in the Reich, but enough for my purposes, I hoped.I did indeed drive my grandfather's fine new car, much to the chagrin of Sergeant Dahl, the general's official driver. The Mercedes was large and painted Prussian blue, an oversized sedan with a powerful motor and luxurious interior. It had been presented to him courtesy of the Verein Graf Schlieffen, an association of retired staff officers. I rather enjoyed roaring across the.