Part 1.The Smiths were awaiting the arrival of their first baby. Mrs. Smith wasalready in the hospital and they were discussing baby names."Well, what...shall we name our baby, dear?" We have had this discussion so many times. I am still of the opinionthat we should respect my dad's wishes. My dad was John Smith, I am JohnSmith the 2nd and my dad wanted his grandson to be known as John Smiththe 3rd." I know, dear, but John Smith is such a commonplace name." Well, I like it." Can't we compromise?. “Me too,” joined the others.“I have an idea,” said Adrian, “Why don’t we drive her to her house? That way, we can all fuck her as much as we want.”“Her home is far from here. It will take us days to get there,” James warned.“So, what! It will mean we can fuck her for that many days. We’ll drive in the nighttime. Take a hotel to rest for a while and be back on the road. Think about it, man. We could be banging that fine pussy for days,” Tom said excitedly.“Not a bad idea though,” James murmured,. He obviously had experienced trauma during his military duty. “Anything I can help find?” asked Joe, not knowing anything constructive to say. “Can’t find my fucking pills," said a frustrated Craig, tossing a pillow to the side before stopping. “The pills you took last night?” asked Joe, remembering despite the heavy drinking and smoking pot. Craig looked at Joe quizzically. “You saw me taking pills?” “Yes, definitely fucked up, but do remember that distinctly,” said Joe, trying to calm Craig,. As luck would have it he moved just enough for me to hit the water less than a foot from him. I didn't stick around to see where he was I swam as fast as I could toward the jetty instead of treading water as we are carried to the end of the jetty to climb up the smooth rocks. I took the path of least resistance and scaled the barnacle covered rocks scraping my hands and feet cutting them in several places. I ran across the parking lot to my truck and got in. I grabbed.