Can I trust you?" Of course, you can trust me. You can trust me with your life," Danny soothed."It's not my life I'm worried about, mister. It's my vi...tue" Heather Ann Dwyer, will you come down here please?" Heather always cringed when she heard her full name being called by her mother. It could only mean she was in some sort of trouble. She hadn't noticed her mother at the bottom of the stairs."Coming, Mother," said Heather and shrugged her shoulders at her brother before continuing. She was walking breezily on the sidewalk, approaching my yard, and looking every which way. I stood there and stared at her without really meaning to. I think it was just unusual to see a young woman dressed like she was in the middle of a weekday afternoon. I, on the other hand, was wearing an old pair of shorts and a torn sleeveless shirt. I had taken the day off from work just to work on some things around the house. I wanted it to look nice in the event my estranged wife, Margaret, returned. Furthermore, anybody who knows you carry a gun will try to figure out when you won’t have it within arm’s reach, and that’s when you’ll be attacked. This had all been drummed into our heads by Kirk, back at Red’s security shop. So Trudy and I had worked out all sorts of arrangements to keep our protection within reach or else cover for each other. Remember in Marathon Man, when the spies go after the hero while he’s in the bathtub? Or in that western where the bad guy goes after Clint. I push my butt out a little and he slides his hand in between my cheeks, just glancing my puckered little hole. It's like being hit by lightning. My pussy automatically soaks itself. I didn't even know that could make me feel so good and I let out a moan."Are you a little butt slut Jasmine Marie?" Daddy asks with a little chuckle."I d-don't know. I've never done it before," I stammer in response. Daddy kneels behind me, pushes me forward and spreads my ass open."Well, we'll just have to find.