Anyway, after the latest football game we were going home in the two year old Ford he had recently bought at auction. Sam and Ma were waiting for us. ...am had no interest in any kind of sports. All she knew about sports was how to tally the odds, thanks to her deceased father.We rehashed the game, play-by-play when we were stopped by a line of cars extended from the underpass known as "Franklin's Folly" all the way past the curve leading into town. It got that name because President Franklin. He used Google to reverse image search the photo and up popped the same image used probably one hundred separate times.He eventually traced the origin to a site of a girl named Brooke and as soon as he was looking at a full page photo of her he knew he had been right. His little girl was posed apparently in all non-nude shots, which did little to contain his surprising anger about the situation. All kinds of questions began to flood his mind."How could my daughter possibly be capable of that,". I’ll have my lawyer call your lawyer. Maybe then you’ll say something…and maybe someone will care enough to listen, but I sure don’t…’ More rumbling from down below, then I looked on as a suitcase flew up from below and landed in their little cockpit with a sobering thud, this was followed by thundering footsteps and the emergence of a really dreadful looking woman. ‘What the fuck are you looking at, you fucking asshole!’ Really, I hadn’t been aware I was looking at her. Usually I don’t like to. Kathy and Bobby nodded.“That’s so hot,” Andy said. “I’ve never seen two guys doing it.”“Then we had an orgy.” Kathy added. “All four of us. Doing everything witheach other.”Trav liked teasing Bobby’s ass with a fingertip while fucking herdoggy-style. It scared and excited her. “Almost everything.”“I’m a dyke who likes boys,” Andy said. “If you want another girl for aparty . . .” She stood.