She said she needed to talk with me. She explained that there were some girls that only worked when they had these special parties. These girls didn't...want to strip on a regular basis, but were eager to attend these parties a few times a year where they could make some really nice cash. This all sounded interesting, but I wondered why she needed to tell me so privately. "Well, you see, Daddy, Abby is working this party tonight, too."My jaw dropped. Just as she said this, I looked around, and. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. I reach into my pocket to touch your panties and it thrills me when I realize how wet and excited you are. It’s 9:00. I have paid the bill while you were gone and now its time to go but first I need to go to the restroom. I return and we leave restaurant. When we get into the car, I reach into my pocket and hand you my silk underwear. I tell you that I am wearing your panties and I can feel your wetness on my balls. You think that I am a bit weird. I am weird (but fantasies don’t have to be. ’ A half-hour later, a State Patrol unit made a pass through the parking lot. ‘Must be they’re looking for some scumbag,’ Rod thought as he half-emptied yet another beer can in one swallow. He had no idea he was the ‘scumbag’ his fellow officers were looking for. As far as he was concerned, he had done nothing wrong. He had always seen himself as the center of the universe, as a person who deserved everything he had. ‘I wonder who that bitch is fucking tonight?’ he thought as he sat in his.