Alice shivered slightly as she stood on the porch, waiting for Gerald to get the key into the lock. They walked in slowly, one behind the other, feel...ing their way with their feet. Inside with the door closed, it was even darker. Gerald felt around where he thought the wall was, looking for the light switch. His groping hand fell on Alice’s breast, and he felt her nipple instantly harden under his touch. She leaned into him then, and whispered breathily into his ear, “Take me. Take me now, my. Let me know when you’re coming.” “Excellent. Be nice to have some company up there. More fun that way.” “Do you usually go up alone?” “These days. If I’m with someone, I’ll take her, of course but I haven’t really had that kind of company in a while. It’s private enough that fun can be had pretty much anywhere on the property.” I chuckled. “Anywhere?” “Well, I avoid the woods at dawn and dusk. Naked bodies and mosquitoes are not a pleasant combination.” That got us both laughing. I do not know. "What did you say?" Catherine asked, stopping and turning around.As she did, she watched her son trying to keep the tottering tangle of wood in his arms from crashing to the ground."Oh, Nothing," he mumbled, ashamed that he had almost been caught in the act of staring at her behind, "I just tripped over a darn rock." Be careful," she cautioned him, wondering why his face was so red, "we don't need to carry you all the way back down the mountain with at broken ankle." I will," he told her,. But between Marilyn Manson and Howard Stern it is getting so hard to shock you young people any more. So I selected an image that was so square it would have to be frightening to you. Hey, I can do a 'Yellow Rose Of Texas' that will make your spine cringe. I used to disguise myself as Lawrence Welk, but I could never get that accent down right. Now here are the lovely Lennon sisters, damn it sounds more like Kissinger. Besides I am not the real official devil anyway, just one of his licensed.