What are you doing with my Father?”The tone. There it was. Just before she left home it was the tone that her Mother had used when talking to her ab...ut her pregnancy. She hated that tone, and knew that nothing Janice would say could hold back her hatred and loathing of her. Defiantly, as she was with her Mother she responded, “Isn’t that between him and me?”“Listen, I don’t know you, I don’t know what your deal is, or what your trying to get from my Father, but I don’t like it, and I want you. Both have already stripped off theirovershirts, and are wearing ribbed white t-shirts, the kind with the straps forshoulders, tucked into jeans. The pants of the one on the left are made of leather instead of the more commonplace denim. Both wear heavy boots. The pair on the right somewhat darker, heavier than those on the left. Their hair is thick and curling in the steamy air, not yet plastered to their foreheads, but long and thick and luxuriant enough in this heat.There are posters of. Martin had been there for over an hour as he had been for two days running.He had an idea that the hot weather would flush Meg out and into the pool eventually . It was his lucky day it seemed.Martin had admired Meg from afar for ages now . It was her red hair and steaming sexuality along with her pixie like face that attracted him to Megan in particular. Martin had made a few enquiries around the neighbourhood and knew that Meg was now a single woman ,where she worked and had a pretty good. Music is played, food is set out, and wine is poured. The attendees stroll among the displayed art works, pointing and commenting. Many art works—paintings, photos, sculptures—are pornographic and portray the most violent and disgusting forms of human sexual conduct.After the buffet, people drift into the large barn outfitted with a dance floor. A band plays. Mounds of sweet smelling hay surround the dancers. Fritz dances with many beautiful young ladies. Many of them are wives or daughters of.