As I move to take a seat he turns from the window to face me and I get my first real look at him. He is the type of guy romance novels are written abo...ut but without the romance just raw inhibited sex. Dirty, filthy nasty sex. I feel my nipples tingling as they harden and my panties getting wet. I’m a make love kind of girl but right at that moment I am was ready to fuck and I had no idea where those feelings were coming from. I’ve never been that girl. I’ve had one partner and that was my high. For the second day in a row there was kind of a “rough life” looking young couple sitting on a bench in front of the neighborhood Walmart--out of sight of the doors and security.I pulled up close, rolled down the window and held out a $5 bill. The woman got up and approached. I said, “you look like you could use this.”She reached and took it. She looked to be a hard 25 years; 5’5”, slender with mousy blond hair, tight jeans, and a faded t-shirt that looked well-filled. I said, “I could give you. Every third word was Arabic, every third was Nubian and the final third was Mesopotamian spoken backwards. Words at prime numbers were always backwards Nubian, to break the pattern and make it even more difficult to decode. This girl had mastered their code, and that made the princess livid. She was too proud to openly show her jealousy though. “You have a name, girl?” she said, determined not to cede control. The girl gave her a dismissive stare, as if that wasn’t important. She gave her name. ." Who knows, he's just that way. He always tried to tell me that it was out of respect for mother, but I know she feels the same way about incest that he does. He just didn't want to for some reason," Mom said."Why do you think he'd be so happy to know I was doing it then?" I asked."He's told me more than once that you were the only man good enough for me," Jenny said, in a quiet little voice."Damn, he's told me that same thing and I always thought he just meant as my son. I wonder if he's.