And yet, if Dr. Cohen's Track B protocol proceeded apace, within six weeks the adorable adolescent would be taking uncle-cock hard, deep, and regularl...y – and fully convinced that the seduction had been entirely of her own initiation and doing. Indeed, another cause of this day's aforementioned occupational hazard: the imagined vision of that fresh-faced middle-schooler soon being power-fucked by an uncle three times her age added further ache to the diligent doctor's testicles.And now he must. I am usually asleep when Mom gets home from her 4:00 pm to 12:00 am shift. But tonight I was having trouble sleeping and decided to get up and get a glass of water. It was a little after 12:45 when I went downstairs. The only light on was a lamp in the Den. I was about to go in when I saw Mom turn on the projector and turn out the desk lamp. I hung back in the shadows and watched. The white wall she was using as a screen lit up with a shaky sign in French. Mom was going to watch stag films. I entered expecting a fight. Bikers are notoriously territorial, especially of their watering holes. After the come-on/grope session that has become sort of a tradition in these parts, I came up against something truly surprising. It wasn't the beer; I still haven't found an American beer that does not taste like watered down urine. It wasn't the food; it tasted like sawdust. It was a sermon about biking, complete with a congregation and the occasional 'amen'. The local gang leader, with the. ‘Can I ask one thing though, why am I here?’ ‘Karen thought you should be on set.’ He shrugged. ‘Miss Carragher? But to do what exactly?’ ‘To keep an eye on how the waste collection ingredient of the film looks. We don’t want all your mates phoning up and telling us that its rubbish, no pun intended.’ ‘All right, I understand that.’ Now I had an idea of what I was supposed to do. ‘How do you want me to express my displeasure? Should I run out shouting ‘No, no, that’s all wrong’? Or will a tap.