"What do they want?"The Chinese pilot waggled his wings and pointed to the right."He wants us to turn. Check your side for other aircraft."Arman leane...d over and scanned out the cockpit window. "Merdi! There's one right above us." They're trying to box us in. Force us to fly to China."The fighter on his left was inching closer, but Waylon held his course and refused to give way. The jet repeated its wing waggle and the pilot's gestures became more animated."Tighten your belts," Waylon said. "I'm. "Oh, all right," she grumped."Can you believe that little scamp?" We were driving home and Beth was talking about Sally. "I mean trying to get around her dad that way."I wonder what we'd do if our kids tried something like that?"Oh, great, something else to worry about.The following Saturday we drove over to the civic center for the summer show auditions. They were doing Grease this year, and when Beth insisted that I wear my leather jacket I thought why not go all the way?—white t-shirt, jeans. I am smooth, from dancing oils atop ancient volcanic minerals. My body is perfumed with hyacinthe, glistening with flakes of gold and silver. Our baths are carved from solid gemstone. Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing. Me first, said Gina, pulling him close. You can eat your little girl next. She spread her legs obscenely wide, so her inner lips were pulled open, revealing a wet pink slit. Her erect clit was visible at the top of her snatch. Joel got on his knees, and again breathed in Ginas scent. The girl, however, eagerly put her hands behind his head and pulled his face into her sex. He was enveloped in her wetness, and hungrily began licking her folds. He thrust his tongue deeply into her hole, drinking.