And you KNOW how good the three of us are.”“But if the right guy came along...”“Never gonna happen. I got the right guy. When I’m eighteen, ...obody will be able to say anything. We’ll take the evidence to a lawyer if we need to.”“Dunno what the court could do. Erase your birth certificate?”“Dunno. But by that time everybody will pretty much know.”So what I am I going to do about Deena? Love her as long as I live, whether she’s part of our happy little triangle or whether she strikes off on her. He climbed on top of her and inserted himself inside, pushing slowly but firmly. Her skull pressed against the headboard and her neck compressed as he drove forward, gathering pace and velocity. Her head began to sit upwards at the end-points of thrusts so it appeared she was nodding, beckoning Brian on, even if her eyes remained closed and the trail of saliva continued to droll down her chin. Brian frantically kissed and bit the top half of her body, exploring every mm2*, and felt himself. He starts at the ankle and works his way up. She sighs barely able to contain her enjoyment. He continues the painfully erotic act until he reaches her inside thigh. He can smell her scent and it seems to be calling is name. He moans, wanting to please his Mistress, as she is pleasuring him. He begs "Mistress may I taste you?" "You may, if you pant like the little puppy you are." She tells him wryly. Her excitement is now building from his obedience. Pant Pant He begins to lick her clit. She. Sheriff, there is a burning question on every woman's mind that none of us have ever had the courage to ask. [Lean forward and slowly unbutton top two buttons on blouse.] Can a woman really get out of a ticket by showing a little cleavage?SHERIFF: I think if you show any more, Elaine, I might have to write a ticket. [Laughter.] Our responsibility as officers of the law is to enforce the law equally, no matter what. Except... ELAINE: You're human?SHERIFF: That certainly comes into the equation..