“Oh, I like where this is going…” I say, starting to get worked up. Me and Cassie have been fooling around for years, in secret of course. I can...��t imagine what would happen if our dad found out. We’d probably be out on the streets before I could say ‘daddy why don’t you join us?’ “Me too, little sis.” Cassie is always calling me the little sister, even though she’s only 3 minutes older than me. “Now let’s see what you have on under here…” She’s in between my legs, sliding my shorts off. “Ahh,. A trickle of creamy gism escaped her mouth as she whimpered, "Can you? Like? Finish me, too?" Gotta go Baby... tomorrow, maybe. Damn, you're good!"The man pulled on his clothes while his naked companion sprawled on the bed, tears of frustration or something trickling down her cheeks. "There won't be another time, Rick. I never appreciated how good a man I have until today. He'd never be as thoughtless as you." Hah! I bet that by tomorrow you're going to want to have the big one again. Bitches. ‘Jennifer Alswell for the defense your honour,’ Jenny called out, her crimson hair a shocking contrast to the prosecutions but her stance no less commanding, she had an air which could so easily have come across as cocky on someone else, but instead came across as deep seated knowledge in the fact that you’re the best and don’t need to prove it, ‘Waive reading of the charges,’ ‘Mr. Zoller,’ Judge Brown turned to Jenny’s, now our, client, ‘You understand the charges being pressed against you?’. There was no other traffic on this frigid and dry Sunday afternoon. On my way to the state park beach entrance, I passed by the desolate remains of a once grand American honkytonk; ghostly, vacant skeletons of brick stood to remind us of what once was. Salisbury Beach was formerly a famed vacation spot for the north east. Massachusetts’ northern most gem once offered carnivals and shows, fireworks and all the great attractions the 1940’s and 50’s made famous. Not to mention one of the most.