.. cause I know you will never let me live in peace then."So I figured, what the hell, at least you won't suspect a girl. All I had to be was careful ...and stay out of your Oh-God-told-me-so way and you wouldn't even know your little girl was fucking another little girl."I would like to add that at a couple of points, I tried to impose some decorum on the language used, but neither mother nor daughter seemed to hear, so I slid into the background again."Oh, so that's it? You are horny, so you. "There! Turn in there!"She stood in the front of the dinghy, already lowering the mainsail. The boat slowed, I pulled up the centreboard and we stepped out into about fifteen inches of salt water. I pulled the boat over, and followed this horny little lady up the side of the overlooking hill.I walked behind her for perhaps fifty yards into the meadow-like field admiring the fact that nothing on her body rippled or jiggled. No excess, just ace athletic flesh. She looked around."I can't see the. Ellen is in the kitchen helping her mother get dinner ready. Can I offer you a little drink before dinner? I'm having a scotch, but I can build you almost anything." I settled on a beer and thanked Mr. DePaul when he brought it to me. "You've got to call me Tom, Jackie, I insist. So, Ellen tells me you have your own business, Jackie, selling firewood around the state. Can you make any money doing that? If you don't mind me asking that is?" No Tom, I don't mind at all. Right now I'm only. “Do me, Georgie” she crooned back to him, and so ended the civility of their dialogue for the next several minutes as they spoke to each other, at and over each other, in expletive barks and slurs and fractured declarations of raw want realized – coaxing, cajoling, each building on the other’s last vulgarity, exclaiming the exquisite filth of their desires for one another, their voices ringing off the walls and out the window and all but inaudible from the street four floors below. Whirling.