That’s why mom rented the tower ... nobody was going to catch us.Why weren’t we doing the deed at home? Daddy.Daddy didn’t have a clue. This one...was all on mom.I didn’t get to unwrap my prize. Grace was naked before I could unlock the tower room door ... old hotels like this didn’t have card lock. She’d been stripping on the way up the stairs.Once in the room... “Shuck ‘em buddy,” Grace said. No ... don’t kiss me ... yuck ... you’re my brother. I don’t want romance. God, David. Just get on with. “Or you could see grandma Desai. Maybe an offering to Shiva...”“Oh, HELL no! Only thing I’ve seen Shiva do around here is marriages and babies ... I’m steering clear of Shiva...”“Cindy said that Shiva’s responsible for the new airplane...”“Cindy’s entirely too random sometimes,” I laughed.“I know,” Tina said. “But ... Look...”One of the elderly ladies of our congregation, surprisingly, was surprisingly adept at boogie woogie piano and she was laying down a beat. Okay, I know about her. We’re. She’s five or six inches shorter than Lissa, but she’d give her a run for being perfectly proportioned. I realized she was a missing element in my ethnic mix. Morgan Dennis was Tulalip Indian. Her breasts were not huge, but were full and round. A full tuft grew between her legs. Her waist-length hair was blue-black, her eyes so dark brown they looked black, as well.“Braids, Morgan. Can we do braids?” Maybe it was a cliché, but ... well, her hair was hiding a couple of her best features.“I have. He was told that it was being done becauseinmates could not use unsecured restrooms.It was shocking to be told he'd be wearing diapers all day but notnearly as shocking when he discovered that the warden enjoyed changinghim. Of course Jack was less shocked after discovering he liked beingdiapered by the warden."I see you're about to get yourself a pretty nice gig. Don't mess itup," Officer Wilder noted as he and John walked through the hallstowards processing."Gig," John said curious over the.