The living room consisted of a loveseat, a small television that Kat had covered over with a tapestry, and a large kitchen table that Kat had pushed a...ainst the wall and turned into a work desk. She’d turned the back porch into storage, it held the winter’s supply of firewood and food. Ah, freedom! Kat thought as she pounded away at the computer. Her novel was taking shape and a life of it’s own. She had spent the first month developing characters, setting, tone and plot. This morning, she’d. How long has it been? Two years?’ ‘751 days.’ ‘Jesus Christ. Okay, let’s just put aside the disturbing fact that you know that exact number. It’s time to get off your ass, Tom. You know how worried your mom was the last time she called. I’m getting worried, too.’ Tom sighed. Anger had spurned his move to Philly and his dedication to his professional life instead of his personal one, but since then he’d moved on to the next stages of grief. UPenn was not exactly a walk in the park, and he now. ..Letting out a loud groan as she impales herself on his manhood, Deborah’s arms encircle my father’s neck and smiling, slowly, tenderly, she kisses him. Lust quickly get the better of them though, as tenderness gives way to passion and the kisses get deeper and needier. My father finds Deborah’s hair grip and releases it, allowing her long brunette hair to tumble down her back.“Fuck me, Debs. Fuck me!” my father breathes, and that’s exactly what she proceeds to do. My father grips her ample. Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up. They had also brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie. They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them set up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and walked back to the parking area with the rest of the group.By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it was starting to cool off. We each.