But I know all the moves without thinking. I start the car and back out of the driveway, I’m an excellent driver. Yes excellent, even with an aching... stone for a heart. It weighs so much and it’s difficult to carry. I drive. I don’t yell or pound the dashboard. I don’t grasp and shake her explaining how wrong she is about every single aspect of her situation. I drive. I drive so she can leave me forever and get back into his arms. I drive because I’m an adult and adults do things they don’t. Both of us sat in silence - just smiling and nodding at the other.SundayI had gone to bed by myself and woke with Lisa in my arms - her eyes were open and she looked so innocent, so delicious. I kissed her."Good morning brother-dear." Good morning Lisa."At that moment I recalled the day before - the long torturous and very sexy lesbian shows choreographed by Gerald. I had ordered Amy to see to mother, as she was in great pain from the spanking as well as the general abuse, dildo's and butt. " I don't know," I told her, "but the lieutenant's been with a lot of prostitutes. He would know I think." It was embarrassing. Letting men poke me. Lor'." Your first time?" I asked.She nodded. "They raped me, of course, four or five of them, before they sent me out with that bunch. But lying there on that cot, hearing all that grunting and moaning, well, that was different." Whores are supposed to make out like they enjoy it," I said. "Pretend, play act, like that." Oh," she said, and then she. .. SHIT - they’re bulging out of her red checkered shirt.“Thanks again Jody,” she grinned as she looked down to where my eyes were locked on her nearly exposed right breast.“Sorry Inger, you look really good - and after all, I’m a horny fifteen year old boy. I’m supposed to look at a sexy woman’s body,” I said, remembering a line from one of the erotic stories I had read.“I’m flattered, Jody. I look like shit this morning. I haven’t even let mom braid my hair and I got cow shit on my shoes when.