It was quite late and I needed to catch up on some sleep. The moment I closed my eyes images of Vini and her son making wild love started to bombard m....God, they must be fucking their brains out at this very moment. They were sleeping together like a couple now. A mother and son in a sexual relation, and without any sense of guilt, enjoying every moment of it. For the first time, the image of my son came into my mind.Would Joydip – my sweet boy Joy – would he be also viewing me as a sexual. “Have they been on when I have been there?”“Good heaven no, we broadcast live at set advertised times. The rest of the time we play back a series of pre-recorded videos. We would not involve anyone without their permission.”What shocked me was the success of the whole thing. They sold a set number of minutes or individual videos but the most popular deal was a subscription that guaranteed fifteen hours live action a week and the ability of download the recorded videos at no extra charge. They. I askedNikki and she agreed to go so I told him we would bethere in the early afternoon. He told me that if thebarn door was open to come to the barn because that iswhere he would be. We arrived at Jack’s place about 2 in the afternoon. AsI drove up the driveway I noticed that the barn doorwas open. I told Nikki that he was in the barn and weshould go directly there. We entered the barn and sawJack in the stall with a beautiful black stallion. Hewas washing the horse down. “Hey. ’ He said. ‘Soft lead, lots of shrap. They make big ragged holes going in and bigger more ragged holes going out.’ ‘What?!’ The man stammered. ‘Dude you’re straight fucking nuts. Who the fuck are you?’ He yelled. ‘You can holler all you want, ain’t nobody gon’ hear you. It’s just you and me and the stars and the crickets out here, my man. And my name’s Nails, by the way.’ The man in black said, almost cordially. ‘And I know, I know. I’ve heard it a thousand times.’ He said, raising his left.