Her body wanted him, it wanted him bad! But she knew it waswrong. So she held off.Peter started up the car and drove down the high way back towards ...own. A little while into the drive he noticed that it was past 1:00 in themorning. He did not have to be home at a reasonable hour because hisparents were both gone for about a week. "Catherine, I hope yourparents didn't put a curfew on you!" Peter said."No," Catherine replied. "They are gone for a few days so they shouldn'teven know I was out. I suppose money must come into it somewhere. So to find out I put an ad in craig list and viva street, to find out. It read: Professional photographer researching interest in pornography for men who have a fetish for really old ladies, would be willing to pay £100 to ladies over 70 who would be happy to expose the naked body in provocative positions.Now, on the basis that no many women over 70 are computer literate and would definitely not want anyone to see their saggy bodies, I expected. With Mr. Thomas’ recently changed rule of no trucks, SUV’s or Vans, the view was clear.We ordered some food only five minutes before the movie was to start, but I have become in love with whatever the brand of hot dogs they use. A couple of those, a large popcorn, and two medium diet cokes, and we got it as the titles were beginning. I read somewhere that he has plans for over 600 of them, no wonder he is a multibillionaire. My dad said that these were what was called a ‘cash cow’, taking only. "Do you know Eric?" I asked her. Eric was a buddy of mine from college. He was considered quite the stud. He was a lacrosse player, who had maintained his ruggedly blond good looks."Yes," my wife answered softly."Eric is a good looking fellow, isn't he?" I asked."Yes," she murmured again."The next time you see Eric, you will be overcome by and overwhelming need to have sex with him. Do you understand?" Yes," she said."You may look to me for confirmation, Karen. When I give you the thumbs up.