Point takes all the skill and ESP you have and is draining as a marathon. You walk and your eyes never stop, you step in the footprints of the man in ...ront and hope to hell he was lucky. Sleep becomes the dream and food a nightmare. Smell is more used than sight and hearing is God.Then the fun starts...You grow up in the racist sixties in the Deep South, you're raped by your stepfather and it's your fault because you're different. You have a roll of dimes taped tight that makes hitting lethal. ? Was he doing the right thing?? The aging farmer looked at his ramshackle house and the fields dying crops crying out for even a brief rainstorm.? What choice did he have????? ?Margaret!? Come out here!?? He called toward the house. Margaret looked up from her book.? What could her father want?? Her mother and her sisters all came into the parlor from different doors, all of them giving her a strange look.After a few moments her mother cleared her throat, ?You best not keep your Pa. Jodie reluctantly watched Craig drive away, then went into the house with Dane. It was easy to predict what was coming. She'd hardly closed the door behind them before Dane grabbed her and gave her a hot, hungry kiss. It was predictable, too, that her pussy flamed and creamed with desire. After all, her pussy had no conscience. It didn't give a damn about i****t, it didn't care that she was engaged to Craig.Moaning, she tried to escape her son's embrace, but he easily overpowered her, pulling. It was straight missionary sex except for the one time that Barbara rode her husband’s cock. Then they fell into a deep sleep. The next morning the alarm went off and they both jumped out of bed. Barbara had to get ready for school and Gus was going into the office. ‘I forgot to ask, are you traveling this week?’ Barbara said ‘Not to California but I have to go to New York on Wednesday. I am making a presentation on the California project to Senior Management,’ Gus answered. ‘Oh good then we.