She rolled down the window a few inches when he reached it, but there was a touch of apprehension in her expression.She asked, “Do you think you can...pull me out? I was going to a party, got lost, and then ran off the road.”“If you’re out here, you’re really lost, miss. I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull you out of this dip with the quad.”“Do you have a truck or anything?”He shook his head. “Closest one is three miles away, and they’re out of town.”“Do you have a phone? I don’t have any. Yes, Mother, I would love to have sex with you, but Dad says that he has to be there or the whole thing is off. I can understand his reasoning, but I disagree. If he has to be there, then he can sit in a chair and watch, but not participate. I don't want sloppy seconds from anyone." You listen to me you pompous horse's ass. You don't dictate the conditions, I do! This is my fantasy, not yours! I say that your father participates or the whole thing is off the table forever. I want to be. Well, that's not exactly true, now is it? I mean, they'renot all different. The only ones that are different are theones with me in them." "That's a true statement. The only ones that aredifferent are the ones with you in them. And, I've got totell you, Nikki, according to these pictures, you were onepretty little girl. Very, very photogenic, if I do say somyself. Look! Here's one of the two of us that I actuallyremember your mother taking. We were standing on the stepsof St. Matthew's after. About fifteen minutes into the movie, the action had settled down and he had turned the vibrator to what appeared to be the lowest setting, now nothing more than a minor tingle rather than pleasurably pulsing. It had been set so high during the fight scene her nerves barely registered it. It wasn’t enough; she couldn’t bare being teased like this. Getting a bit comfier in her seat she let one hand meander under her skirt and up against the vibrator, slowly twisting and pulling it in and out,.