"And don't just nod your fucking head. Yer not a dog. Find the cunts."Margaret brought the young mother some lunch and sat down on the bed. "What time...is it?" Annabel asked."Three in the afternoon," Margaret replied."Oh, it's getting dark out." It does that in Scotland," the solicitor said with a smile and looked at Annabel curled up with Abigail. The little girl was still fast asleep in the double bed and Annabel gently slid out of the covers. Annabel took one of the two sandwiches and left. Anthony wanted to continue his feast, but his dick was rock hard again and begging for release; at the same moment, Jenna quickly looked down at him, her eyes blazing with an inferno of lust. "Fuck me, daddy", she demanded, her neediness filling her voice. "Fuck me and make me yours." He needed no further prodding, standing between his daughter's spread legs. His rigid pole rubbed against her dripping gash, causing the girl to whine in anticipation. Not wanting to make Jenna, or himself, wait. " So I'll e-mail you an agreement, and we'll do the fax thing, and you'll ship me a file." That's the way it works."Ray was an old high school buddy who reappeared as a big-time music-for-TV composer. Music beds for comedy series, lots of commercials. And, as I found on his web site, general composer-for-hire. I hired."My check cleared?" Oh, I made sure of that before I dug out my keyboard. Remember when you fixed that keyboard for me back in high school?" I was clueless at the time." Yeah,. The bulk of social interaction I had were the customers who came into the store and a few friends from school who would keep me company at the shop for an hour or so. Going through puberty behind a counter sucked for the most part but it was true torture in the summer when women would come into the store wearing short dresses, tank tops without bras and jean shorts cut so short that the pockets show from the bottom. A couple times I mustered the confidence to flirt with the girls from school.