See Episodes 1 and 2. Following our passionate exertions Aunt Joan and I soon drifted off into blissful slumber. In the middle of the night I was wok...n by the sound of the loo flushing. Aunt Joan’s space in the bed was empty. I rolled over facing her side and from under the bed sheets there was that wonderful aroma again. It was a heady cocktail of Aunt Joan’s inexpensive cologne, the slightly sweet smell of our perspiration and … unmistakably … sex. It immediately aroused me. I heard the taps. "Oh, please Daddy ... I need you tonight. Please ... can I just touch it for a minute?"I slid my hand between his legs as I said this, only to find him totally limp."Daddy, I think I can make this hard. You want me to dance for you again?" I just can't O.K.?" Hubby said abruptly.I was so pissed off. I felt like going on and on about what a double standard Hubby was throwing at me. Just my luck that thinking of Jason and me together, about which I was very reluctant, would make Alan super horny.. The flames of the sword burst a bit higher into the air, to burn and cleanse away the blood of the fallen Viscount, like a burnt offering made to the Gods, and everyone present stepped well away from the lad, unwilling to even meet his implacable eyes, which dared the nobleman's friends and former companions to step even a single foot forward to avenge their master. None did.Boyle then, his cheerful face as happy as ever, then turned to address the crowd, which was rapidly beginning to disperse. I still can't believe how stupid I was. Even after almost a whole year,but I mean... I didn't think it would work and didn't even know what Iwas asking for. Who would for god's sake? That's the type of voodoo crapyou see on tacky, and at this point, absolutely unoriginal movies, thatshit DOES NOT HAPPEN... but yet and in spite of it all... it did work...somehow... for some reason. I wouldn't think that that stone would work.As my former 7-year-old daughter now turned "mom", drove me and my.