Curt Peavey was a real old-fashioned gentleman and he seldom raised his voice to any employee no matter how badly they had crossed the line of company...policy.Most of the stuff in the little book was just plain old common sense but what really intrigued him was that the solution to his own problems in his not so happy little home made an awful lot of sense to him. His Alice had been getting progressively worse in recent months. In fact, she had been a handful for almost the past two years ever. Subsequent to the sermon, sex-starved Poppet and her paramour, Peter, popped ‘round the corner to the local ice cream parlor, where they were seated side by side. After perusing the plentiful menu, they purchased parfait sundaes. The sundaes were served in tall soda glasses, and they ate them with slender spoons. As they ate, Peter put his pinky into Poppet’s pussy, and palpitated her puffy lips. Poppet’s heart was pounding and her breathing became belabored. Finally, feeling faint, she could. I heard movement, Amber was getting up. She came to me and sat on the bed. "You awake then, too?" I was caught off guard. Under the duvet my hand was still in my shorts. If I moved it she would know for sure. Amber confessed, "I can't sleep either; I think that film got to me."I felt my pussy tingle. My mind was racing still. I was so so turned on. Amber was playing things cool. I think she knew she had caught me. She sat there staring into my eyes. "So do the girls in the porno turn you on?". "I am thinking of history, the great migrations of my ancestors who left Europe for the New World, never again to see or hear the family they left behind. I glanced over at the dark-haired waif beside me. That's where she was right now.I didn't harbor much hope for finding her aunt, but I wasn't even giving a hint of a thought about turning her over to the government for their tender mercies. I had images of the same group of people who gave us the IRS, TSA and public toilets and what they'd do.