The last step was to push a broom handle in about 5", crushing the meat of the melon as the juice drained out into the sink; I then rinsed and dried i..., and carried it to and placed it on the towels on my bed! By now, it was coming up on 9:00 o'clock; it was dark, the house was locked and dark, and I closed and locked my bedroom door, turned to my bed and, with my heart in my throat, started to undress, going over my plan once more: for the first one, I was going to see just how long I could. To ventilate, I unzipped from the bottom up to my lower chest. I took off the head, stood up and looked out the window. Marci was still passing out candy, bending over frequently to greet the kids at their own level. She was a natural red-head, with curls just like her mother. I watched her legs and exposed ass, unconsciously rubbing myself through my jockeys. There was a fantasy brewing, and I couldn't help it. I pulled my erection from my underwear, sat back down, closed my eyes, and pictured. Such a misperception would severely compromise my artistic integrity, or at least my integrity in its nascent form.I yearn for this novel to stand as a work of literature on its own two feet and not to be used otherwise. The writing must speak for itself. Otherwise, my death will be a slow, unmerciful one instead of the murder a controversy will bring. And so we have decided on a short-run printing of this novel in the hopes that we attract those few committed readers who are interested, less. . I should add!"For a moment, Ron had the idea that she was a little kinky, so he asked, "Who took them... ?" My husband did!"That's a relief! He grinned back at her, now, thinking he could put an end to their conversation and get back to his books. "If it bothers you... that your husband took some crotch-shots of my wife... you can stop worrying! I know all about the kind of pictures she's asked to pose for... and I'm damned grateful to her for working in a place like that, because she's.