I smiled and said, "I don't mind and I'm sure Dad likes you that way."She scurried back into the bedroom giggling as she held the shirt over her backs...ide.Pat said, "All true but unnecessary to have been said." Yes, dear." I ducked!We started supper and were joined by Dad and Heather who was still wearing Dad's shirt but also had a pair of shorts under it that showed less skin. They were both grinning lazily. I decided to let Pat talk and I applied myself to my preparations. We would have deer. Apparently someone had made a few disparaging remarks about an idea she'd had and my lady had taken them as a personal attack.By the time she stopped to take a breath she was well into language that would have most sailors looking for a dictionary, but what was most scary was that her voice never rose. It was downright spooky—listening to this non-stop string of invective delivered in a total monotone.By the time she ran down our pizza had arrived—with onions, this was no time to quibble over. “You look very attractive, Mrs. Timal,” Anthony said to my wife. Which was true. She was in her mid-to-late thirties but hadn’t begun to age in the places where people found most attractive. Her boobs didn’t sag and there were no wrinkles around her mouth. We weren’t sure about the dress code, so Anne had opted for a black skirt and a sleeveless shirt. It was an outfit she could have worn to a party or to work, and no one would have found it odd.I tried to ignore the fact that Anthony was. I am so sorry."I went out to the living room and tore open the box. What I saw was three pairs of torn dirty panties, and four videotapes. I went over to our VCR and put one in. As it came on I dropped the box I was still holding. My heart stopped in my throat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.Carol was dancing, naked in a room full of men. They were pawing her and poking their fingers into her pussy and ass. Her breasts were marked and had little hickies all over them. As I sat there.