"Can we watch it sometime?" It's more crude than dirty, but it is a work of genius. I've got it on DVD; it's called Full Metal Jacket." Cool." Samanth... tried a ridiculous line of her own. "I've been entered into the pregnant teen miss USA pageant." That's nice." Last weekend, I took Samantha on an African safari. We hunted elephants using nothing but a yo-yo. We're having the meat shipped back after it's been cured. We'll send you some when it arrives." That's nice. Wait. What?"Samantha giggled. You even included a facsimile signature. The verses inside refer to me. And my anatomy. In detail. Don’t they?’ I thought about the care I had put into that Valentine message. Ouch! I had been explicit about the parts I liked and why. ‘Uh… Yes.’ ‘Uh… Yes? You know damn well they do. You only sent it…’ She looked at the dashboard clock. ‘…eighteen minutes ago. To two hundred people who are still choking on their coffee about it.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘Sorry? You are sorry? Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. I. Megan cautiously responded, "Babe, don't joke. His cock is right down the hall from me and you know it would drive me wild for you to watch us flirt!"A dirty idea crossed my mind, "Do this, set up your laptop in our guest room window overlooking the pool and ask Nathan to join you in the jacuzzi. Then when you guys are in there, I want you to tease him but do not touch."Megan had a huge smile on her face when she responded, "babe, are you sure? He may tease back. I don't know if I'd be able to. I’m sorry for being a bad Mom.” Shewent upstairs to her bedroom. I heard the door close.I was hard, confused again and unsatisfied. I jacked offtwice slurping up my seed. I was angry at her and myselffor letting this happen again. Sleep didn’t come thatnight.The next several days, we barely spoke. I guess she waseither ashamed or mad at how far things had gone. I knewI was just mad that it hadn’t gone further. I couldn’tget that night out of my mind. It was on a.