I stare into her eyes and maintain the hypnotic trance. I take her hand as we sip our drinks–a sweet wine cooler for Lola, a dry white for me–both...in elegant champagne glasses.If Lola looks like she is sobering up, I spike her wine cooler with another drop of Royphenol. By Lola’s bedtime, 9 or 9:30 at night, she is like putty in my hands — usually completely compliant, half awake, tipsy–my own little sugary glazed donut, eager to please the talent scout, so desperate to be on the next American. "It is because we are genetically programmed that way in order to ensure the survival of the species. You may be glad to know, however, that I have also arranged for Rory to stay the night and His mother will join us tomorrow for our discussions."Rory was surprised at this and he thanked my dad for allowing him to do that.My dad then said,"It is no use closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. Your mother and I have agreed that you may as well sleep in the bed where we found you. It appeared that my beautiful wife was in a trance, her mouth partially open as she starred at the drooling black cock that she had so enthusiastically sucked off. "That was sweet baby" he said panting "hey white boy go up into the cab of my truck and get that blanket that's behind the seat. I'm gonna tear this little pussy up. " "Hey!" I said "you got what you wanted how about…" "Shut up white boy!" he said "go get the damn blanket!" Shaken by his threatening tone I moved quickly back to the. I picked up her bag and loaded it into the trunk. "Thanks for waiting with me Mr Anderson." Lindsey said holding her hand out to shake. "It was no trouble." I said. I walked around to the drivers window to introduce myself. The window was down and I smelled alcohol! I introduced my self to her father. He definitely wasn't what I would have expected, for such a polite young lady, I would have expected at least the same from her parents. He didn't shake my hand, and seemed to be in a hurry. He.