“I can’t believe it.”“Believe it,” Glenn replied.Carla removed a plastic cap from the cardboard tube. She tapped out a print rolled up with ...cid-free tissue and flattened it on the coffee table. It was the same image as the gate-fold album cover. “This is the artist’s proof of the cover art,” Carla explained. “It has my signature, here...” She pointed to the lower right corner of the print. Then she flipped it over. “Here are the signatures of all four band members, acknowledging their approval. ”“OMIGOD! Would you? I’ll let you. I wish you would just walk up behind me from the back of the room and tell me to stand up, that you’re going to take my panties off and fuck me on my desk.”“If I do, I’m going to have Rachel there, with a video camera.”“YESSsssssss ... OH FUCK YES!”Mom turned around to see Charlie kneeling beside me with her hand gripping my cock.“Charlie, if you’re going to fuck Guy, we want that on video too.”I told her, “We were talking about what happened today, and we. Sweet and I think you enjoyed your little pussy being eaten. Didn’t you?”She looked at me and smiled a little. Then she told me: “It was unbelievable Bob. You made me cum so much. I never did that before. I think I must have cum a dozen times. Yes. I loved that part.”I smiled at her and patted her thigh. She held my hand and I wondered if she was holding it as a way of showing me how much she loved what I did or to keep me from touching her body again. I wasn’t sure. So I asked her: “Did you. ’ said Schoen. ‘I would suggest, Mr. Cook, that you stop harassing Mrs. Schoen,’ ordered Mrs. Veasley, wheeling up at high speed in her wheelchair, ‘or there will be serious trouble.’ ‘And what are you going to do from that wheelchair, you old bitch?’ snarled Cook. He seemed ready for physical violence. Suddenly everything seemed to get quiet. Cook turned around to see someone who was not wheelchair-bound, was well-armed with a red crowbar, and had a badge to back it up. ‘Is there a problem.