So first, I was thinking about writing itself, and what it does to aperson. See, I kinda disappear from the world when I write. No one andnothing get... between me and my story when its flowing, you know what Imean?I like to say that the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders could come in here,drop trou and sing "Two, four, six eight, we sure like to masturbate"and I wouldn't stop writing to watch.So anyway, I better see what kind of story I want to write so I can keepcollecting those super nice royalties. Her dad panted and swore in her ear. Again she wished he was actually with her so she could feel his breath on her skin- to have his lips on hers while he gently humped her.He took a deep breath then said, “Baby… Kris, that was amazing. Did you enjoy it?”She tried to respond, then had to swallow and clear her throat. “Yeah. Yeah, that was- Dad that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”“You’re seriously open to doing this again?” His tone was less confident than before. There was a hint of. It sounds like your phone is going off, probably amessage from Dan.Dan: Hey Carl, haven't heard from you at all this morning. Got a littleworried. Thought you'd be more eager to do this.Carl: Man, things are fucked up. Went into The Construct earlier and...long story short, it didn't turn out well.D: Let's meet up then, now you really got me worried. I'll stop by yourplace later. Cool?C: Fine. See you then. You aren't sure at first, but maybe it's a good thing to have himcoming over. Dan's not. She retrieved her bag and penned a quick note on her stationary. GOING TO DIANA’ S. FAMILY EMERGENCY. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME AND TAKE CARE OF OUR BABY! LOVE, MADDI. She slipped out without making another sound.Maddi tapped on the XM Radio dial of her sporty blue Civic as she pulled from the winding driveway. As her favorite pop-punk power chords blared through the speakers, she stole a glance at her passenger. Mary’s purple canvas book bag sat on the floor between her legs. Her knobby knees.