.odd name." My group is not as menacing as it sounds. Married women come to us when they want children, but for some reason the biological fathers can...not be their husbands. When the husbands are sterile, or sick, or the wives just can't stand to look at him any more, et cetera. What we do is arrange for them to be impregnated by another man and then provide the wife a cover story in which she's pregnant with another man's child because she was attacked by a rapist and was too ashamed to tell. You stand in the middle of the room, head down fidgeting nervously as I sit and just stare at you. The music from the stereo is being piped through to the speakers in the bedroom keeping the mood which was established in the lounge. I sit there for a few minutes, letting your tension build as you wait for my next move."Open the top drawer of the dresser and take out the item's you find in there." I watch as you walk to the dresser and open the drawer. You flush and a small gasp bursts from your. The image of her bottom stuck with him, burnt into his brain forever.'If you stand up there'll be more room,' he said.'I can't, I'm stuck,' she pointed out.'Oww, stop!' she complained.He'd grabbed her waist and pulled, banging her head against a shelf. The shelf was useful for folding clothes, but in the way when trying to unblock the washing machine.With the pain subsiding, she realised he still held her tight. He'd stopped as instructed, but that is all. Her bottom was pulled closer to him.. She didn't know why she was drippingwet looking at her little 'English Tart' prancing around trying toattract the fox. But the fox was her. Dani knew he was the prey, andhe didn't not like that fact. Dan had always been the person thateveryone thought he was. He was a good son, brother, friend, husband,and father. Yes, a very good father. But now Dan felt more like Dani.Dan had lusted for sex. But now Dani lusted for a relationship. Shewas lusting for a lasting emotional ride that Dan had.