"Ummm, darling, it feels so good when you have your hand there, and your finger... But I can think of something else that would feel even better in th...re."Irma Thatcher's words were a soft whisper in the ear of her eighteen-year-old son, as her legs spread apart so he would get the idea. While they lay side by side on her bed, both of them naked and with their arms about each other, his hand stroked up and down the soft inner-flesh of her thigh, getting her aroused to the point that she was. ”“Yes, Ma’am... 2400 dollars. I’ll be right out.”“Ranchester, Ma’am.”“Yes, Ma’am ... on my way.”I hung up and walked out to the RX-5. She was still there.“I can’t keep calling you young lady.”“Karen, my name is Karen Post. I’m 19.”“I’m not buying that.”“Would you consider 16?”“That’s more like it. Listen, Karen. I’m going to be taking backroads to meet a lady, then I’ll be taking backroads into Sheridan.”“So?”“I need you to listen to me. It’s important.”“Okay?”“In 1876 ... in June the Sioux. “Sure, but that will have to wait till tomorrow, she’s not working today” Josh said and took the note from the counter.“No problem” Angela replied “tomorrow is early enough.”Vanessa entered the kitchen as well, looking like a happy woman.“I take it the interview went well?” Josh asked just before she dashed over to him and jumped in his arms, embracing him.“Yes, I got the job, both jobs actually and he’ll help with the studio in a paternal way” she cried out, her face showing her obvious. That's when your self-prejudices and loathing hits a fever pitch. When it's most evident that you can't disentangle your body from your wonderful, educated mind. Which makes me believe that if I can own you as completely in that act as I do when we fuck, that you'll truly be giving yourself to me. There are also the side benefits of you enjoying yourself more, being more confident, and so on. But that's not our primary concern. No. What we really need is to stop you from saying and thinking all.