.. c?mon, baby, squirt!"* * *And now look at me. A coarse debased creature of my own imagination.Wrecked and ruined like Miss Havisham?s wedding cake,...draped incobwebs... trapped in the past...Or, look at me twenty years ago, standing in a backstage dressing room,surrounded by smoke and mirrors, feather boas, false eyelashes. Thegirl in the mirror, upon closer inspection, is not really a girl atall. Beneath the pancake makeup, the foundation, the rouge, the eyes,so alluring at first, are. “ ... and when the pleasure of that day has been indulged, this open vista is going to make a splendid venue for so many more deserving males ... as per you and I, Beatrice will not be able to get enough of seeing semen shot in absolute surrender upon the rope.” Creed’s anus tingled with a lust to know that final surrender, as Constance looked over her shoulder and down at him, her lips pursed in a smile of spiteful contentment.Males one, two, and three, were led away to face ridicule at the. She put her book down. “What are you reading?” I asked.“Oh” she replied, “something I picked up, it’s not very good”.There was a period of small talk then I asked “Are you here on holiday?”“Yes” she replied “just up for a few days with my husband” My heart sank. “But he has gone off for the day” she continued “to Porthmadog or somewhere”.She had finished her tea and got up to leave the table; I got up too.“Would you like to walk along the seafront?” she asked.I replied “why not”…I had nothing. My mind immediately raced along with my pulse and I had to mentally chastise myself. I was thinking naughty thoughts and the justification of he’s not really your nephew thundered in my mind.He turned and faced me, smiling. His boyish cheeks had toned into high cheekbones and a strong chin. His hazel eyes sparkled and his slightly plump lips rose into a thigh-melting smile showing off very white and straight teeth. I recalled his mid-teens when he hated the braces. I bet that he’s happy he.