Peggy's copy of Woman's Home Journal by the phone. Wait a minute. The magazine was open to a picture of a prim-looking older man in an apron. He flipp...d through the pages. "How to make your woman happy." "Do Men Belong in the Workplace?" The cover was just as strange, showing a smiling young man with his arms around a scruffy-looking little girl and a boy who was dressed for church.No! This was all some sort of awful trick. He got up and ran for the garage. Again, everything seemed normal.. With your back... and shoulders... and jiggling white ass cheeks...pressed against... the front of His own black nakedness... while He'sreaching down... and grabbing your weakened... and uselessly flopping...withered junk... dangling... and flipping around... almost comically...in small... and pitiful... tiny little circles... between your bitchlegs... and with His whole hand... He starts squeezing... yourpathetically smallish clit... and everything else... that used topass... somewhat... for. I am also pleased to say that one of your names was on every single ballot save one, which would be her own, of course. This is the first time that has happened in five years, and we congratulate Lieutenant Ross.’ There was applause, which I hastened to join in whether I was supposed to or not. Still blindfolded, we listened to the words of Corporal Kirkpatrick: ‘Centuries ago, citizens of the Netherlands first formed patrols in the streets to stop criminals, the forerunners of our police. Maybe things will get hotter.”After we ate we were all sitting around on the patio. I was looking at Terri’s legs wanting to spread them and my Dad was looking at Barbara hoping to get a look up her skirt. We had finished off three bottles of wine with lunch and were all feeling very relaxed. Our discussion got of on to silly subjects and we were laughing and carrying on. Dad was telling a story and had put his hand on Barbara’s arm, rubbing it slowly up and down. I knew that she generally did.