I answer thedoor to James' mother.I leave the room when Jamie comes out, wearing his tourquoise nightieand negligee.I overhear the mother saying: "Som... BMW wanker has parked in yourdriveway. I'm going to call the police."I go to the entrance of the loungeroom and watch James snatch the mobilephone out of his mum's hand and his mum getting annoyed trying to get itback off him.He ignores her, grabs my keys off the kitchen counter, opens the blindsand points the remote at my car, the indicator. She was tight.Her groan of happiness made him want to spurt, but he had better control than that.Better control than his son, who was, at that same second, buried in Barbie’s sucking pussy.And filling it with his virile, youthful sperm.The slippery slope that was Bob’s ill-advised attempt at sexual education in the home had been slid down, and could not be climbed back up.Life in the Carpenter family was unalterably changed.Bob’s next decision was to get the girls on birth control ASAP, before. We walked to his car and drove to his home.After some time we arrived at a huge mention just outside town. I was quite surprised, as he seemed like a smart but not overly ambitious person, and so I asked him how a young guy like him could afford such a house. He laughed and told me his wife was pretty successful as an entrepreneur and that he was just the luckiest bastard in the world.Trent lead me to the garden, which had a pool alongside a large terrace, surrounded by a big lawn. It looked. The man just looked away. The rest of the meeting went much easier than the beginning. I was brought into most of the conversations, and I asked questions about things I didn't understand. I also cracked a few more jokes that went over very well. "Thank you for coming," Samantha said as she stood by the door. "Lauren, it was nice to see you again," she said as Lauren came to the door. "Yes it was, congratulations on the promotion," Lauren said. "Don't congratulate me. Just between us, I would.