" Whoa Nancy, when do you have trouble talking with him? Girl, I don't know that much about your past, but if you're having trouble the best person to...talk to is Dave. Don't be a fool and not talk to him. I hear it and see it all the time. Stupid fucking boyfriends, or married idiots coming in here not only to look at the beautiful ladies, but to try and get laid all because their girlfriends or wives don't understand them, so they tell me. That is so much fucking bullshit! They just ain't. It was not that he was masturbating, it was his mother in the video being a mistress. She always knew they had an interesting relationship. She always heard them having sex together.~~“Daddy, what are you doing? What are you watching?”“Denise. You were not supposed to be here yet. Shut your eyes! You better not tell your mother. She would be upset that you caught me.”“Daddy I won’t tell. So, is that what you like? You like mommy to dominate you. I could dress up like her and we could. I think she LIKED being told what to do. I think that really is the difference between her and my Aunt. My Aunt wants to submit but she is still defiant. There is a smoldering anger in her pretty blue eyes even when she is behaving politely that makes me picture a caged tiger. She wants to submit, but a part of her is still my hard-ass Aunt Amanda.I don’t know if that makes sense or not, if not – just forget I brought it up. I think about weird shit like that all the time. I don’t tell anyone –. Higher than we could see ... the lightning rampaged in the dust and it started to rain mud.The new island grew and grew ... our island was still sliding away to the north west ... but not as fast.There was a huge jar and we stopped. That didn't stop the new island from growing taller and taller ... bigger and bigger ... and it stopped.Then the wave came.It scooped up the deep water wrecks and played toy boats with them. The beached sailboats were as matchsticks and the roof on our coral block.