”I just half stuttered out to her asking why do you want to know about that day in the barn so much Patti?She just said; “I’m intrigued by it al... Jackie, I think about it sometimes like you know?”Know what I replied to her?She then went on; “Oh Jackie you know, like how did they get you to do it, how were you this and that in it, and you know like what was it’s thing like Jackie?”I really did not want to talk about it at all and I told her so much as that.Still looking me in the eyes as she was. There she was on my kitchen counter, topless, one leg up, her skirt riding up exposing her beautiful little pussy. It was too much. I had to stand back and take it all in. “Are you going to fuck me Mr Anderson?” It was just so dirty the way she called “Mr Anderson” during sex. I don’t know why but that always drove me wild. I puffed up my chest, put my serious face on and yanked my belt off sharply, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped. And let my pants fall doing my best tough guy act. Lindsey bit. Bythe way, Martin...er...Martina isn't properly dressed for this cold.He...er...she forgot to put on tights and to take a jacket." What's your plan?" her father asked with an arched eyebrow. He seemed toalready anticipate her answer.Barbara sighed. "Oh Daddy...I guess... a shopping spree is exactly theright thing to do when it's so cold."Cathy and Monica cheered and applauded. I stood silently by trying tosilence my chattering teeth.Because Mr. Brown wasn't home much, I had little fear he would. We hitthe grocery store for a cigarette lighter, Job papers, yogurt and apackage of almond cookies. Sometimes we get gevulde koekjes or gevuldecanoes, as the mood strikes us - this time the little roundamsterdammetjes. And then on to the train. Only half an hour or so intoThe Hague, watching the lovely lowlands countryside roll by in the softmorning overcast. Flat fields with a few cows or horses, blocked intorectangles by bordering canals, canals winding through little towns,canals skirting.