Brock was coming out of the kitchen. I gave him a push back into the kitchen.“What was that all about Jessica? I didn’t do anything to deserve tha...t.”I just stood there for a minute looking at him. I know it wasn’t his fault but I had to blame someone.“What did you do? “ I said. “It’s not what you did Brock, it’s what your good for nothing friend didn’t do last night.”“Well, what did steve do this time, “ he asked me.I looked at my little brother who’s not so little anymore. All the girls wanted. She went to yard sales a lot and to the local thrift stores. In the process she gathered up or made several different outfits. They were Cheerleader and Football Player, Harem Girl and Sheik, Cop and Hooker, Cowboy and Indian Maiden, and Catholic Schoolgirl and Head Master. We had enjoyed each one a few times already.Tonight she promised me something new. It was Rapist and Raped. So like I said before I reluctantly let my daughter Lucy go out to the party.I thought that she looked like the. I was like a cat in a new territory and had to explore every nook and cranny. And yes, I’m a snoop, the same as a lot of other folks. I like to see what people have hidden away in their bathrooms and can’t stop myself from looking.There was a dog-eared copy of Fanny Hill in the drawer next to the toilet. I could tell by the cover it was a sex book so I had to take a peek. I must say the story was very enlightening.“Now don’t take all day in there, girl. It’s getting near dinner time and I can. You're getting exactly what you wanted. The sooner you admit that, the sooner we can stop pissing around and get on with it. Now, put your damned hand in your pants." Denise had no idea if Jacquí had any sexual experience with women. She attended all company functions with a male escort, but that was hardly surprising. Someone as business savvy as Jacquí would undoubtedly have a beard for such purposes. Since they didn't cross paths in other social venues, and Denise didn't partake of the.