I had not told her how much I wanted to taste her lips, how much I wanted to excite her, how much I wanted to fuck her again. She would know my desire..., my lust soon enough. When Wednesday arrived, I was ready. I was clean shaven, all over, and freshly showered. I had my story printed out, two large beach towels for us to sit on and a great bottle of merlot in a handbasket. The directions to her home were spot on and easy to follow. In fact, we lived only a mile or so apart. I rang the doorbell. AnDre, have you seen…what the fuck? I couldnt help but moan in bliss as he held me close. My father didnt give her a second glance. ANDRE. she hollered. Hold up, babe, give me a minute. He told her, but it didnt even take him that long before he erupted inside of me. I could only imagine the look on my mothers face. Once hed emptied himself inside of me, he lifted me up off him and set me on my feet. You no good bastard…how could you do that…to our little girl? I watched her horrific expression. “Annie was with us. I don’t consider that to be going out as a couple,” he said.That had been a wonderful dinner (sarcasm implied). Annie had ordered two appetizers, a main course, and a dessert. She had picked at her food and had it all boxed up to take home (it all ended up in the trash). Her meal was more expensive than his and his wife’s meals combined. On top of that, she had three Mai Tais and had gotten drunk. Annie was an obnoxious and loud drunk. It wasn’t the first time he’d spend a. “She had struggled a lot” he thought by himself. In addition, at her tender neck bloody rope marks showed up, caused by the tightening of the noose. Now he looked more closely at the faces of the criminals. He was always fascinated how differently the hanged looked after they had died. The murderer showed a pain-cramped face, a trace of bloody saliva ran from her mouth (probable she had bitten herself in the tongue during her agony), her eyes were wide open, the head was tilted sideways. The.