Damn, but I loved that thing!I was driving, sharing the front seat with my wife Joan, and her old friend Beth. I was just coming off a rotation on the...eleven to seven trauma shift in the ER, so I was good to drive all night. I was drinking coffee, the girls were on their second bottle of wine, getting loose and giggly. Beth's husband Frank was on a futon mattress upon the folded rear seats, sleeping on and off, rising to join in conversation now and then.It was June, the season of weddings and. " piece by piece the terrified girl was instructed to remove each item of clothing, until she was down to her underwear. All the time Sid was talking to her, telling her how good she looked, and indeed she did, through my viewfinder her young body looked superb."Ok now Belle," Sid continued, "Now for your bra," with shaking hands she un-hooked the strap and her bra fell to the floor."Nice tits," encouraged Sid, "now the knickers love, ok." At last she was naked before us, slowly swaying to the. The two in the boat must have decided to try to escape in the confusion. They came out with guns in hand and it was like I was shooting paper targets. Two shots, two kills. I had immediately moved forward under the boat cover when I had opened fire and was on the boat, kicking weapons away while Dean was dancing around in the backyard with his badge in hand, yelling at the chopper.I wish I had thought to bring my camera. Or my phone, that would have worked.It turned out that Dean was a freakin’. Uncle Harv is a great guy. He has all kinds of self-control, and he loves me like a dad, so he would never molest me, and I doubt if he would let himself see me as a sexual being, let alone as a young woman, who has sexual desires for him. Even less likely would be his acceptance of me as the woman who wants to give him physical pleasure and satisfy his sexual desires for the rest of our lives.It really sucks being a teenage girl. We need a father who won’t molest us. Then suddenly, a few of us.