She'd been transfixed by the sight of it when the clanging of the old fashioned phones the Morgans still had around the house went off, like firehouse...alarm bells in the middle of a five alarm fire. A man fucking his own daughter. A girl being fucked by her own dad. And all as she sat aglow from within from having at last made love to the only man she'd ever really wanted, at long, long last. The ringing phone was a clarion call back to reality from the dream world she'd been living in. They. Probably not his first.“Mornin’, Jake.”“Good morning.”“Get any sleep?”“Not a whole lot,” I admitted.“Well, I suppose that’s natural, given the day ahead,” grandpa chuckled.I absently looked around the shop and noticed the car was sitting on jackstands, the wheels removed.I pointed at the car with my head cocked to grandpa.“Oh, I did one last set of measurements on the car and decided to move a couple of things around,” he chuckled. “We should roll off the trailer with a decent setup for hot. They wereobviously rubbing their crutches together and ‘dryfucking’ to the music. When I entered the front door they were still embracedtogether only now I could see more and was surprised tofind they both had their tops off. Jan’s pert littletits were pressed into Terry’s very muscular chest.Their arms were around each other and as I kissed herJan whispered, “I have to have him.”I replied that nothing would give me more pleasure andpositioned myself for a. The serendipity of it all made me anxious.“Too lucky,” I said. “Maybe there are more.” Kalum grunted. “Unlikely,” he said. He squeezed me again. “No matter, though. We’ll make short work of any others, you and I.” The villagers agreed which his assessment. On seeing the creature’s carcass, which Kalum had insisted I help him drag back the way we’d come, the village elders declared that we had earned our fee and more. For ridding them of the thing with such alacrity, they offered the hospitality.