” I did and closed the car door as we rolled away from the curb. “So how are you feeling about yourneighbor now?”“I’m going to kill him, �...� I thought to myself, but sat there silently, looking straight ahead. “We’d like your help Mr. Henderson. Tony Monassario is a very bad person. We want him off the streets.”“Well, that makes two of us. How are you going to help me and my wife?”“Well for starters we can probably get the charges against you dropped.”That, I had to admit sounded like a good. This wasn't the way she wanted her first sexual experience! She wanted to reach the sexual heights that she had imagined so many times in recent years, heights that her own fingers had failed to bring her when she had played with herself, but her older boyfriend's aggressive method was not what she had planned for, not the way she wanted her deflowering to be."Oooohhh... noooo! Pleaseee, darling!" She moaned when Ward's middle finger wormed hungrily into the tender flesh around the opening of. Secret object of teenage wonder, of private experiment and adolescent discovery,the Beast is the doyen of delectable desire for wives and lovers or anonymous one night acquaintances. Once awakened, it is wild, unpredictable and difficult to control. It is demanding, it is hungry, it is a lion rampant, a colossus standing proud, straight backed, and ready to dispense genes, implant seed or share interminable pleasure and love eternal. The Beast has willing helpers, a supporting cast that play. There were four kids.I'm pretty sure that Chuck, the only son of our host, was off getting high in the woods someplace, and I was kind of pissed. He knew I'd get a buzz on, and that there was no way the adult crowd would share their stash with either him or I. But Chuck had been a junior in High School and was going to be a senior, and I was a freshman and going to be a sophomore, and even at his house, he wouldn't talk to me.Nor would either of his sisters. One was a real bitch, wouldn't even.