”“That’s not what I asked. Do YOU want to read those stories?”June paused before answering. “Yes.”“Are you embarrassed by admitting that...?”“Yes.”“Why?”“It makes me feel dirty.”“Like a slut?”“Yes.”“Would it surprise you to learn that, according to surveys, over one-third of women polled admitted to having fantasies of being raped and, the pollsters believe, that percentage is less than the actual number of women who have such a fantasy?”“Yes? I thought there was something wrong with me.”“There’s. I didn’t look up just slinked away from under the view from the balcony. I went into the house from the back straight to the fridge, got the water, gulped it down fast and was about to return out when I thought it would be good to peep down from the balcony to see how the newly planted hedges looked. I came up to the door to my parent’s room, the balcony was on the other side. I was stunned to see what I saw.My mom was standing as usual looking out from the balcony. Our neighbor, Mr. Yadav was. Hell, I'm even fucking your left-overs, and you're marrying a Lord's daughter. What the hell is happening to this world?" Adam, I doubt that it will make you feel any better about this, but I need to set the record straight about my father. He has doctorates from Oxford in philosophy and literature. He chooses to study advanced agricultural management and is an authority in that field." He was an excellent professor until he had a personal problem which I know about but will not discuss with. Besides he could probably calm you down," Buddy said.I knew that Buddy wanted me gone so that he and Rita could run around naked, I supposed. The day had gone by quickly with the interview taking most of the morning. After which Buddy and Rita sent me off to find Miss Sadie's nephew to pay him. They most likely wanted to have sex again.It had been my experience, even though I was younger than either of them, that once was never enough. Anyway I found the kid and paid him a hundred bucks to.