The road had turned into a bridge past the sign, still alongside the mountain path they’d just walked on. The car was at the opposite end of the bri...dge. ‘Nick, wave that car down.’ Nick walked into the center of the bridge and waved his arms about. As the car neared, they could identify it. It was a blue Nova, probably ’75. It wasn’t until the car stopped in front of them that the blood on the hood was noticeable. Then there was the man inside. As he got out, his features immediately set off an. .” “Prostitute,” Emma supplied quickly. “I know, but...” “A prostitute who was known for nastiness, Ms. Watson. Her, um, sexual exploits had very few limits. In order to honor her legacy, we’ll have to highlight all of her work. Some of the scenes we’re shooting are going to be very explicit. Essentially, if you take this role, you’re agreeing to become a porn star. If you still want to do this, we’re going to have to make sure you can perform as needed when the time comes.” “I’ve thought it. Moments later, I sat in a chair looking on, the Reverend and my wife were in the throes of hot juicy intercourse without any shame or guilt and virtually oblivious to me as I sat taking it all in. What could I say? The strange thing is that I had a hard prick, which I handled from time to time as they so passionately sexed it up in the study.Thirty minutes later, they de-coupled after a bit of deep long French kisses. It was obvious she didn't want him to get up or out of her. His almost. Another week dragged by. Another week of school, meaningless chatter and all the things I usually enjoyed but couldn't. I found myself even more jealous of Claire, and it bothered me every time a male checked her out. I had trouble focusing on studies, and my usual TV shows, youtubers and games seemed bland and disinteresting. Instead I sunk myself deeper into my obsession with sexual assault, spending most of my time looking up poorly acted rape porn, talking on forums or roleplaying with.