We needed to do something else. Somethinglike lunch."Alright," Dad agreed to what I had already agreed to. "But Megan, pleasehurry home. Julia and Ste...phanie will be over soon, and we need to be at asound check not long after lunch." Okay," I said. "Come on, Austin."He smiled again with excitement, and we walked toward the parking lot."I didn't know you were that good," I told him. "I'm sorry I don't get tocome to more of your games." It's okay," he said in that tone that usually indicated that. "You know this party is kind of boring. Would you like to go for a ride?" I don't know Tommy. If you're as drunk as I am you shouldn't be driving."He laughed, "I'm fine Sam. Let's blow this joint."The wind whipped through Samantha's hair as they drove in the convertible. She'd never felt so alive. After a while she realized they were headed back to the farm. "Tommy it's going to be too cold at the farm," she hollered over the wind noise."Relax, I have a key to the farmhouse," he hollered. And when the time came, the weather was blazing hot. The Downs were drying out in the sun, trees glistening, the air thin and yielding. He had told her - not asked her - to bring swimwear. Now he showed her the pool, surface glittering in the sunlight. She arrived on the poolside in a black bikini top. He was in a bathrobe, but he dropped it. He was tall, hairless, sculpted. He looked hard but she could not be sure. She longed for contact.Their mouths, first. Their tongues intermingling in the. Anita looked at him wildly. “Wh ... what?”“Put ‘em on!” he roared, kicking a tall pair of ankle-strapped heels to her feet. Anita scurried to obey, slipping them on her wet feet and strapping them in place. When she was done, John grabbed an arm and pulled her upright.“Punishment time!” he told her.“Wha ... punish...”“Silence!” Anita nervously quieted, staring at a man she thought she had known. She was obviously mistaken.“Bend over! Spread your legs! Straighten your knees! Hands on your knees!.