M. Excited about the next day and hyped up on the sugar from the cake, we then proceeded to talk and chatter until well past eleven P.M. Well, at four...thirty the alarm went off and we stumbled and moan, getting ready to head out. Finally dressed and loaded down with fishing gear, Marc and I walked into the darkness heading for our spot. When we got near the creek we were shocked! The dirt road was lined bumper to bumper with cars of people waiting for sunrise so they could fish. Looking at all. " And you're a normal, healthy, red-blooded woman. Who likes a nice-lookingguy as much as the next. And you're a beautiful, sexy and interesting womanwho naturally likes to be paid attention to by a man she thinks is attractive.Why are you fighting it so hard?" Because it feels like giving up."Anya understood immediately. "Do you think this guy is a rapist, Dawn?"Dawn's eyes fell. "How can I be sure? Dammit, how can anyone be sure?"Anya hugged her close."We can't," she said softly. "No one can.. ....Sharron was over the shock of seeing them fucking each other and found herself in the same position on the bench as before and she watched them. She wished she had seen how and who had started it but was happy to see the fucking action. Watching her husband fucking her daughter was so wrong and yet she saw the lustful need they have for each other. They were not father and daughter anymore but just two humans using the other for their own need no matter how they did it. She saw the rawness. We continued for a few more shots, and then I let her go to hit the ball on her own. It took her two or three shots to get used to not having my hands on the racket as well, but then she was blasting beautiful cross-court and down-the-line backhands at will."See, it was just in your wrist. You were dropping it and attacking the ball at the wrong angle." I felt satisfied, having found the error in her stroke. Tennis stroke that is, I had never found any reason to complain about her other forms.