Page 8 (1/1)

Oh shit, a virgin! he thought, but he was in the grip of his desire and could not stop

He came soon, and rolled off her and sat up He saw the blood on the couch "Are you okay?" was all he could say

"Oh yes, Roger," she said She had that dreaooey and rootten ot any beer?" he asked

"There may be some" She pulled on her pants and hurried into the kitchen and returned in asmile on her face and a beer in her hand "Daddy drank beer There were a few at the back of the fridge" She had brought a wet cloth and a towel too, and started scrubbing the sofa cushion

Roger watched her, two opposing thoughts occupying equal space in his etting to be quite a stud But this was Lacey, the brat - his brat Reet back home on his own side of the driveway He drank his beer and stood up

"Look, Lace I'er I a to help me I feel so much better Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked treht to his rooone