Impatient, her hand slowly turned the doorknob, inching the door forward. Peering through the opening, she saw Tiffany sitting on her bed cross-legged... face cupped in her hands. That brought back memories of the first time she had seen Tiffany like that after a date with Jason and her face reddened and lips pursed."What's the matter?" Nothing." Is it Jason?" I hate him!" What did he do? Did he try something?" No! He didn't try anything!" I don't understand. Why are you--?" Mom, not now! Please. Um, take it easy!" Joe exclaims. "Have you been a bad boy?" she asks politely. "Ah, the worst thing I ever did was come here," answers Joe. "I have something for you," she says softly. 'Now what,' Joe thinks. 'Is she really going to give me a present after all this?' he wonders. The girl in the studded underwear then reaches into a drawer and pulls out a large black rubber penis and straps it onto her leather panties. "Here I come, honey, with your present!" "Yikes! Help!" shouts Joe. An hour. ‘Deeper,’ she whispered. Patrick pushed father in, giving her a few more inches of his manly endowment. He bent down and licked her left earlobe. His right arm slid across her breastbone to hold her tight. His left hand fondled her ample globe. Deeper, he plunged. She squealed as his 10 inch penis passed her cervix and entered her womb. Buried to the hilt, Patrick pressed his curly pubs against her smooth, feminine derriere. His taunt abs lay along her soft back. His left arm moved down to. "Take me off the list. I don't think we have to announce that, do we?" It goes on the wire. Somebody will pick it up," Ambrose said."That reminds me," said Mrs. Jepperson, "Lucy has a sheaf of interview requests for you. See her before you leave."I nodded, knowing it was part of the job but wishing it was not."My inside contact at Sports Illustrated says they have a long piece in the works," Ambrose said."You know what that means," I said, looking from one to the other. "All that drinking and.