She felt like screaming. She was so pissed that she could feel the blood surging to her face, could feel it pounding in her chest, could feel it racin... through her clit. God, she wanted to kill her! Wanted to punch, and kick ... and bite ... and lick ... and suck ... Control, she tried commanding herself, control, goddamnit. Get yourself under control.But control wasn't easy to come by.Andrea noticed her clenched fists, saw the looked of restrained fury on her face. "Uh oh, did I say something. It had taken some while for the whole thing to sink in and they'd seemed stunned at first, even shocked, but never outraged. They'd known or suspected their daughter's sexual preferences for a long time, but as with any loving parents their love for Wendy was unconditional and before the day was out they'd been as excited as anyone about the forthcoming births!For Karen, a particularly poignant moment had been when Frances had taken her to one side and said, "I can't pretend I approve of your. “Not that long ago. What was her name again? She wrote that song about you boys, too.”I took a deep drink of my beer. “Tolley Hunter. Nice lady. She did a nice concert for us, and I wasn’t the only one there, not by a long shot.”I was saved when the bell on the front door tinkled and another couple of guys entered. Mack went back behind the bar and waved to them. I looked at Creighton and Tim, both of whom were staring at me. “What?”“Just who the hell are you?” asked Tim. “What were you over. The address was an old farmhouse he’d driven by a thousand times. There were fucking kiddie porn peddlers in his own goddam neighborhood!When he got to the house, he said he wanted to see some photos before he decided if he wanted to go through it. They showed him a few shots of two kids, a boy and a girl in their early teens, but no shots of them actually having sex with anyone. When he asked if the kids were theirs, they grew suspicious and backtracked on their story, saying the two.