I hated it. Our pool conversation figured prominently into my thoughts for the next few days. I found myself fantasizing about Dannye. I struggled wi...h my thoughts, knowing she was my step-sister and rationalizing that since we weren’t blood-related, it was probably perfectly OK to fantasize. I was washing the family car and Dannye stepped out to watch me work, setting up a chair under the shade of a tree in our front yard. “You know,” I remarked, looking at her as she sat in the chair. "Well ... not bad, huh?" Yes," I replied, "you do have a very nice body." I grabbed the memory card and stuffed it back into the camera. I looked through the viewfinder, then pointed to her legs. "Let's lose the knee-highs," I said.She slipped her black-and-white striped knee socks off. "They'll leave lines." I won't be looking at lines..." How do you want me?" she asked."I have no idea what I'm doing," I replied. "I've never done a fashion shoot. Just ... pose. Show off your scar."I snapped a. Because I had to get out of town, well out. I'd lived in the D.C. area since I was seven, gone to school there, worked there, too many people knew me. Sooner or later I'd run into one on the street, and then all the fake ID and modified photos and fingerprints in the world wouldn't protect me. Spook could control systems but not people.Meantime, my legs were aching again and I was thoroughly sick of biking. I decided I was ready to rejoin civilization.At one point the trail passed right by a. Put A Flag Over Her Face and Fuck Her For Glory?" Denise asked sarcastically."Yes," Susan answered with a roll of her eyes. If Denise thought it was bad now, it was going to get even worse before things got better. Her life would seem to be dominated completely by having sex with Dale. There would be the quick fuck before breakfast. There would be the blow job when he came home from work to hold him over until dinner. There would be the sex after dinner and then the day would end with sex.