It was as if she was in the privy, but backward, and she couldn't help but concentrate on this feeling, her insides sensing every pressure. She could... feel her father's finger in her anus but also on the walls of her cunt.Her curiosity was broken when he jammed another finger in, stretching her wider. Her rear felt like it was being ripped apart; the ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass was on fire. She moaned, feeling the pain intensify rather than lessen. At some point, through the. He felt that he needed to get insidethe minds of his characters and that accumulating similar experienceswas the best way to obtain it.Brett's first two books were based on his work as police officer. Thesuccess of the second ended that career and left the public with theonly known photograph of Brett Hynde after high school, which was hisofficial photograph on his identification card.Brett knew that not being discovered was the key for him to be able topass among those he would wish to write. The same was true of what I did to Zoey, herself a rape survivor.Beth called every time we had sex "rape." That's what she told the jury before my attorney objected. The judge didn't allow that to pass into court record, since I was on trial for raping Zoey, but the jury couldn't un-hear it.But the fact that my DNA was inside of Zoey was all it took.It didn't help when, at one point, I looked out to the peanut gallery during the trial, seeing Beth and Zoey watching it all. The whole time, Beth. And shestarted giving it right back to me--telling me she’d loveto ride him. And I said I was going to go get him. And she saidhe’s hung like a mule. And I said he’s going to stuff his donkeydick right up her tight little pussy and just like that weboth had a mind blowing orgasm. She rolled off of me and laid on her side just looking at me.After a couple of minutes she said “well?” I said “Well, what?”“Well, are you going to go get him?”“You want me to go get him?” I asked thinking she was.