"You know, it's kinda weird for you to be reading that in front of me," says Dad, trying to avert his eyes from the scantily-clad girl on the book's c...ver as well as his scantily-clad daughter flipping through it."Dad! It's work!" says Stephanie. "This is the book I have to adapt. Today's the day I need to get the go-ahead from the producer, and try to get a famous actress like Colette Fist." The Colette Fist?" Dad blurts out. "I mean, not that I've seen any of her films..." Yeah, hopefully. If you want, look through them. We have about 40 minutes on this road and four or five small towns to go through before we get to Holland.”I pulled over and she unbuckled and turned around to grab the CD holder. She had very strong legs, like a runner’s legs.“While you are back there, there is an extra jacket you can use until we get you outfitted later. You can wear it when we get to the store.”She blew my mind when she slipped my classical mixed music CD into the player. Beethoven’s fifth. She watched with satisfaction as he humped at the sand, his face contorting as he tried to hold back his seed, his pregnant Mistress aiding his motion by pushing her foot into the shimmering latex tightly binding his arse. He now also had the sight of the baying crowd of women, eager to see his dispatch, their leering smiles and cruel eyes hastening the surrender of his laden balls.'You have gained the furthest distance from the symbol of womanhood that you disrespected so, and shall receive. Closing the door, I could make out James' body under the sheets and walked to the bed. Dropping my clothes, I lifted the covers, and slid under them.JAMESI was sound asleep, sawing logs, when I felt a hand come around my body. Opening my eyes, I rolled over to look into Jane's face."Hi, can't sleep?" I asked."Woke up a few minutes ago. Checked the puppies, had a glass of milk, and decided I would slip in here," Jane said."And why did you want to slip in here?" I asked.I slid my hand over her.