Maybe when you turn eighteen.”“Don’t be a poop.” She pulled up a chair next to me. “I watch porn all the time.” She pushed my hands away f...om the keyboard and typed in a web address. In a few seconds the screen was populated with preview images of dozens of hardcore porn videos. “Oh, Daddy, don’t act so shocked. I know you do it, too.”“Maybe, sometimes, but…”“So what’s your favorite?” She moved the cursor down a list of kinks and fetishes. “Amateurs, Asians, Big Boobs?” She looked down at her. "Sandy just snuggled closer, saying "Mmmmm. You feel pretty good yourself. I feel safe and comfortable in your arms."I continued to hold her close, but started running my fingers through her hair, and caressing her cheek. Trembling, I ran my hands down her back, and she responded by pressing herself harder into my chest. I kissed her under her ear, and on her neck.She gently broke loose, and led me to the bed. She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the edge, motioning me to sit down beside. Would taking this risk bring back the old loving Lyle? Was his promise worthanything? Would he really change? Winning the draw might or might not resultin recapturing Lyle's wholehearted affections, whereas losing was a definiteend to everything. There would be no going back. Death is permanent. More than that, if she lost, hers would be no ordinary death. She had alreadywitnessed what they did to three young women on three earlier occasions, threepretty girls who had also gambled. And who. You know, up here they give ya a glass of rum with just enough soda to change the color. A sigh came from her lips after she took the first sip, and gave me a long French kiss in gratitude. She said: ‘I think the whole island is buzzing about the Halstroms. They came over for lunch yesterday.’ ‘How did John and Jean like them?’ ‘Oh, they liked them all right. Very formal, very proper, just like the Simmons like people. Their girl looked bored most of the time, but the others didn’t care. Mrs..