"Them's all canned things," Cash retorted roughly. "We can eat cold for a couple days." W--what can I fix?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voi...ce, feeling her fear returning as Cash stared at her cruelly. It was evident that she had angered Cash by speaking out so abruptly, and that was just what she had been trying not to do. She was intent on being as docile and unobtrusive as possible. She knew that everything she said to this man went directly back to Billy. She dared not alienate. Not remembering she only wore a nightshirt that came down to just her thighs, Angela stumbled into the kitchen. She found Jack standing by the stove, cooking eggs. She stood in the doorway for a short time, watching him. Jack’s muscled, tanned, shirtless back faced her. His jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his feet were bare. As Angela watched him, Jack ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. ‘Good morning. So everything that happened wasn’t a dream?’ Angela walked to the coffee. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresserAnd now she isn’t moving at all!’‘Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Paul?’‘He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too...He was all scared and he jumped out of the back windowAnd into the swimming pool.But I guess he didn’t know that you took out the waterLast week to clean it.He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he’s dead.’Long PauseLonger PauseEven Longer PauseThen Daddy says,‘Swimming pool?...Is this 486-5731?’No, I think. Once out, I opened my legs a bit wider and slipped my hand with the hot dog down between my legs, and pushed it into my wet pussy and using it like a dildo; I proceeded to fuck myself with the hotdog. In and out, it went for several minutes until I felt my pussy peaking in an orgasm. I slowed and let it rest inside me, then pushed it all the way into my pussy, completely out of site and put reached for my soda and took a long drink, with my legs still open and no hot dog visible. As I drained.