She was driving a newer-looking, white Suburban, and I had to wonder if she was Mormon (Suburbans are jokingly referred to as BMWs here, as in "Big Mo...mon Wagon", so named because of Mormons' propensity to crank out 5-7 c***dren). I thought about her lucky husband (the son of a bitch), who likely got to stick his dick in her every night for the past 20 some-odd years in the pursuit of bringing more "Spirit Babies" to the Earth, as subscribed to in Mormon theology. I fantasized about being on. ”He looked, and sure enough, Carl was right. She was eighteen by a whole six days. Dave looked over the license at her and said, “Are you serious?”“Oh, so serious,” she said as she slipped her license back in her purse. She then stepped even closer, ran a soft finger up his arm and asked, “So, are you going to invite me in?”No, that’s insane, the voice of reason screamed in his head. He wasn’t listening. Between the booze and the sexy little minx throwing herself at him, it was a foregone. “When is he supposed to leave?”“Right now,” Judith said, some determination coming back into her voice.“Then we’d better get up there and throw him out. If I know anything about guys like that they’re probably in bed by now. Do you fancy catching them in the act?”There was a mischievous edge to Andrew’s voice as he said it, and some of it seemed to catch Judith. She smiled for the first time since Andrew had arrived.“What about Miss Jones?”“You get rid of Jack and I’ll deal with Miss Jones.”I. We often go out socializing with the work guys, and she ranted and raved that she'd never be able to look them in the face again. (Mind you, when the time did come again, she said that she was so embarrassed at the thought that they'd seen her photos, but we nevertheless still went out with them all.)The upshot of it all was that she got rid of just about all of my photos, and refused to pose for any more.That really curtailed activities in that direction, and I wished that I'd never told her,.