I step past her and grab her blouse. She HATED that this person was exerting control over her, he even knew about the mole! I grinned as I sat in my car. There were also some others featuring her over a man’s lap, being spanked, and lastly, a newly-burned DVD. A visit to a rundown adult store/porn shop in town, along with a small tip to the owner produced two more VHS’s and three magazines with the good Professor Putnam’s (AKA: Tortured Taylor) face filling the lens/screen. Wear it tomorrow. When I got home, I went directly up to Mom & Dad’s closet, and hurriedly dug thru Dad’s “little box of naughty” he thought was hidden, but I had known about for many years. I let her stew for another half-hour, then finally sent back “Small box on your back porch. “Oh Shit!” I say.
