Coercions
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I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her flying across the room.
"Strip slut, get those clothse off and suck my meat!" I growled at her.
"Please sir don't do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo--ow!" she shrieked and spit.
I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn't strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.
"Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down, don't be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm."
She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat... but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.
Wait, I'm not really explaining this very well. I guess it's a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years, I tried to make our marriage work. Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me... not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.
Then it happened.
She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want, to a man she did not really love.
Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but... I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.
Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan's twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk--to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccesible. After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.
Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.
In fact Beth was a rapeslut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her--to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be wating if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.
We had gotten very drunk on New Year's Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slutpics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I'm proud of her.
That's where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnacy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.
Heh.
What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.
It's called a "Sugar Cube CMOS", and only costs about $90. I bought six. Three for my bedroom, 3 for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It's about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.
When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed. The picture wasn't perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slutpics of herself to get out--no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.
Again.
I have a casual friend who worked with Susan's Firm.
"So, Ron how's my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She's not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son."
"Well... you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she's under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed."
Perfect, the time was perfect.
Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman.I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her--to raping her. That's where you came in.
Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn't treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hate to be bitched at by a woman. It's just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately. So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut was loving it. But... there was an arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.
We'd see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.
I don't know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth's handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.
"Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too,"she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.
Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad.
Heh.
"No blindfold for you slut. I want you to see this coming." I reached in the drawer and pulled out the scissors. Beth's eyes got round and wide as she saw them.
"You are MINE whore. You need to learn your place. The only person you need to look good for is ME. "
I began to cut long, thick strips of Beth's hair. After the first cut she was bucking wildly trying to throw me off. But I stradled her firmly.
"John... stop, sssSTOP!! What are you doing, that's not funny. Don't cut my hair!"
"Schniip, snip, sknip, vain little rapeslut. You don't tell me what to do. You may beg, you can PLEAD, but I will do anything I want to you. Say it, say that it is ok for me to cut you bald. I want to hear you say the words. No? NO??! Fine then if you have nothing nice to say, you will say nothing at all!"
I took a thick strand of Beth's hair and slowly cut it away from her scalp. Then I held it up to her eyes, and shoved it in her mouth. Next I snipped another smaller chunk and shoved it in her pussy. There was hair all over the bed now and I spread her natural silk on her naked, very sensitive body.
"How does that feel cunt? I'm going to fuck you now, I'm gonna fuck your hair filled hole and cum inside of you. Then I'm gonna pull that stringy, cum covered hair out and make you lick it clean. "
Beth was gagging on the hair in her mouth so bad I was afraid she would throw up, so I removed it.
"Oh god, what are you doing to me, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Beter, better slut better. " I growled as I slid into her pussy. It felt amazing, her thick, rich hair caressed my cock lovingly. It's silky strands stimulated and tickled me. I felt it all around me as I banged into her hard and fast. Her tits were shaking wildly, and for the first time in a very long time she was sobbing.
"I don't have a choice do I? You have me, I can't stop you. Sniffle. Ok. Do it, DO IT shave me bald, cut it all of!! Anything you want to do," she whimpered as she wrapped her legs around my back. It was too much, I felt my cum errupt and splatter inside of her.
"Arrrghhh! You fucking cunthole, you made me cum. I wanted to wait longer," I accused her lovingly. Then I pulled out of her and several strands were wapped around my cock. Wet sticky strands. I reached inside and felt the thick plug of cummy hair and slowly stretched it down her leg. I wrapped her snug in my arms and said, "Such a good girl, such a very good slut."
Before kissing her gently for several minutes. "I was really scared John, you really scared me. I can't believe you did this." Her hair was a mess, A short, uneven jagged mess. Her hair would be much thinner, and a few patches were quite bald underneath... but with a good stylist... who knows?
"Beside she can always use extensions, or a wig until it grows back in." I did not usually cuddle with Beth. But tonight she needed the extra comforting. I thought of something that would make her happy.
"I'm going to rape my wife soon. I can use her pics tomake her agree to rough, raw, sex. You like being raped, don'tcha? You made me very happy with your obedience tonight. I'm going to give you a reward for being such a good slut. I'm going to let you help rape my wife." I looked down into Beth's lust filled eyes and smiled.
She had been raped hundreds of times in her life. But she had never been with another woman, and she had never been the rapist. She seemed truly touched, and tears welled in her eyes. "John don't take this the wrong way... would you mind if I sometimes call you Daddy J? Um or Master" she could not meet my eyes as she made her humble request.
She just nestled into me deeper, and held her breath. Beth was asking if I wanted to own her. She would be my property, my slave. Not my Girlfriend, or my lady--she wanted to be a thing that I abused and fuck. But I realized that I was committing myself to her--that I would have responsibilities. I would never love her in a romantic way, like I did my wife. But she pleased me, and made me smile.
"You are my property, I own you. It is your right to call me Master. I will take care of you. Always," my voice rumbled deeply as I claimed her as my Forever Slut.
I decided to call Susan the next day to work out the specifics of sex with my wife. I know she was my EX, but that's not how I thought of her. Susan would always be my wife.
"John why are you calling, I don't have time for you today. Well? Spit it out!" she barked.
" I need to see you. It's urgent. Can you stop by around 6? Oh and Susie... wear something nice."
That's what I had said just before I made love to her 8 months ago.
"Uh... ? Oh-k I'll be there."
My punctual wife rang the doorbell at 1 minute to six. She was big on 1 minute tills.
I had not seen her for several weeks. She looke like she was about to pop. Her large breasts were huge, and her tight flat belly was distended and round, and the perfect ass she was so proud of was layered in padded flab. She simply glowed, everywhere except her eyes. I invited her inside and sat her down in a chair.
"John... why am I here? I don't like being around you, YOU know that, "she bitched at me. I did not say a word. I simply handed her a large manilla envelope. She must have felt the Deja Vu. I certainly did. This is exactly how I negotiated last time.
Susan began to shake her head in disbelief. She KNEW what was in that envelope even before she looked.
"I have Video Cameras in my room and I never deleted the second set of pics," I said simply with the beginnings of a sheepish grin.
"John, please god what is wrong with you. Why are you doing this to me? What do you want this time? Money? What then... Oh my god NOOO! John NO! I'm pregnant, I'm fat and ugly why would you do this?" she cried in shock.
Why? the answer was simple.
"You have always been beautiful to me, you always WILL be. Do you think I would love you less because you are having my baby? I want you back. I want us to be married again. I want my son to be in a home with both of his parents. I've missed you. If I release these photos and video you will never make partner. You will lose millions of dollars in salary bonuses, stock options etc. Your dad has already had a heart attack. What do you think would happen if he got pics of you naked and slutty, or a video taking it up the ass? What would it do to your sweet, virginal, ultra religious mother?"
Beth looked frantic, trying desperately to find a way out, but there was none.
"John you can't be serious. Having sex again would be horrible, I think I'm gonna puke but... well... what can I do? But marriage? To You? I'd rather be dead." she declared.
"You've only considered one side of this. Beth what would it do to your career, if you were remarried to your husband of 6 years, a stay at home dad, who could care for the baby? You'd be stable, partner material, could devote full time to the firm. The sex is definitely going to happen, often, regular, wild kinky, rapey sex. Why not reap the rewards too?"
I know that Susan was close to her breaking point. If I pushed too hard too fast she might do something stupid like tell someone else what I was doing to her. I had to be smart about this. I neeed to seduce her. It wasn't like before. I was receiving regular, satisfying sex from Beth now. I could afford to be patient.
"Come here baby, I don't want to scare you. Susan you are the mother of my child. You belong with me. Stay it's a 3 day weekend. Let me take care of you. I still love you, I need to know that you are safe. I promise no sex until after the baby comes. Unless you ask me for it," I said as I pulled my wife up and into my lap, and just held her.
She was so tense at first, scared I guess. As the minutes ticked by and she realized I would not rape her tonight she slowly relaxed in my arms. "John... let me up, I have to go to the bathroom." I did and she went down the hall and closed the door. I followed her, couted to ten and walked in.
"What are you doing, please leave" she demanded as she blocked my view of her wet cunt.
"Why would I do that? I love seeing your pussy, you know that. I promised you no sex, but I still plan to enjoy your body, you still belong to me. "
I walked over to her sitting on the toilet and leaned down for a quick kiss. I smiled at her and said, "Leave your clothes in here when you are done. You won't need them for the rest of the weekend." Then I left the room. 5 minutes later she came out wearing a maternity bra and grannypanties.
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DarkFyre Chapter Fifteen The next day was lost to the blizzard. They spent the better part of it huddled together in their blankets, pressed in close, as near to their small fire as they dared. The stone cliff was a forbidding face of rock and ice, and even with the nearby fire, the ice held strong, glittering with stubborn beauty in the firelight. The blizzard outside was a wild, angry thing. The winds were a deep, soulful wail echoing through the canyons of the mountains. Very briefly, Rael...
In the late morning hours the sun shone bright and glorious on Trelling’s Rest. The overcast clouds of yesterday’s snowfall had fled in the face of a clear and temperate day, the sort of mild and cheerful day DarkFyre Dale rarely saw this deep into winter. The snow underfoot gleamed pristine white under the sunshine, a blanket of innocence and purity cast over the countryside, a beautiful thing to behold. The Bear’s Maw was Trelling’s Rest’s main gate and the site of the majority of traffic in...
A dark savage fantasy world, where the world faces it's ruination at the hands of demons and old dark gods. A world where might makes right and the strong prey on the weak. The sun hangs large and blood red in a sickly yellow sky. The land slowly turns to dust, life and vegetation growing sickly and weak. Monsters prowl the wilds, twisted and deformed, attacking travelers and towns. At the center of this world sits the Hellmouth and the great city that surrounds it, keeping the wilder demons...
FantasyWelcome to Darkwood, a nice city in the mountains, a hour north of Capital City. It was a nice place, surrounded by high peaks in a green valley. The local college was well known for its metallurgy department but also for their football team. But behind the facade of this this nice town not everything was as as it looked on the first look. So let us follow the stories of the people of Darkwood and their daily life. Characters: The Smith Family Andrew, 43-year old father of three, working as a...
You look up at the looming structure of the Darktail Academy, the school in which you will be enrolled for the remainder of your demon adolescence. Your tail flickers in excitement, you've heard tales of Darktail from your friends and older sister before. It was the perfect place for a budding demon; deception, fighting skills, magic, and much more were taught here at the highest level, it was also the perfect place to get your cock wet. You grin, your days as an imp are over, years of torment...
FantasyThis story is loosely based on the PC game Darklands, released in 1992. It's Europe in the year 1400, and you're an adventurer, or a party of adventurers, out to fulfill a personal quest or simply seeking fame and fortune. You may choose to make a name for yourself in any number of ways, for good or for evil. 15th century Europe is fraught with dangers, God and His saints can intervene in the lives of mortals in dramatic ways, alchemy is real and heresy and witchcraft lurk around every corner....
FantasyMorrigan smiled at Lilith, who was enjoying her new freedom, granted to her by the most unusual of events, which capped off a wonderful series of encounters with people that she'd not even known had existed, and now they thought about their future. "So, What are you thinking?" Morrigan asked, as she noticed Lilith going through a album of pictures taken during her journeys through the multiverses. "If I was able to do my own seducing then, I can see a good few souls that cry out for my...
Even as the evening crept on the heat was palpable, a smothering blanket of energy sapping misery, dry and acrid. The only reprieve from the heat was the caress of the wind sweeping down the crags and valleys and rock formations, swirling along the brief stretches of flatlands that reached out between the red stones, or whipping along jagged, flinty corners of standing stones, clustered cliffs, and miniature mountains. The wind whistled a plaintive lament through the land’s many cracks and...
NovelsThe inn’s stillness and quiet was unnerving, the blackness of the halls and common room below an ominous contrast to the noise and bustle and light that should have been coming from downstairs this early into the night, just a few bare hours after sundown. Even with the flickering light of the candles at their bedside, the dark outside their room was so complete it left even her sharp eyes momentarily unable to pierce the gloom. The smell told her the danger first. Silmaria took a deep breath,...
NovelsDarkFyre Chapter Twenty-One Rael sank back into the large brass tub sitting in the middle of their room. The room’s furnishings were modest, but the bed was large enough for them both to settle into comfortably as long as Silmaria curled in tightly to him, and the room was clean and tidy. The bedding was simple cotton spun, with a thick wool cover and soft, fresh straw stuffed into the mattress. There was a small ash wood table and two small chairs set under a shuttered window. A patterned rug...
NovelsSilmaria’s heart beat violently, thudding unpleasantly in her breast. As the men stepped into their small camp she swallowed and fought to ignore the rising tide of panic threatening to drown her entirely. There were half a dozen of them, all armed and stepping with the confident, easy swagger of men who were comfortably acquainted with a great many kinds of violence. Dark eyes roved over her. She saw a flare of desire here, a glint of lewd interest there. Mostly, they looked curious, and...
NovelsDarkFyre Chapter Seventeen The bear pelt was heavy and warm. Strange, to think that the pelt and meat were keeping them alive and comfortable after the bear had nearly killed him. There was a sort of grim irony in that, he supposed, but it was lost in the relief of being alive, the exhaustion of his ordeal, and the wonder of the woman in his arms. Rael stared down at Silmaria. She slept for now, a deep, peaceful sleep with her face pressed to his solid chest, one small hand resting on his...
NovelsDarkFyre Chapter Fifteen The next day was lost to the blizzard. They spent the better part of it huddled together in their blankets, pressed in close, as near to their small fire as they dared. The stone cliff was a forbidding face of rock and ice, and even with the nearby fire, the ice held strong, glittering with stubborn beauty in the firelight. The blizzard outside was a wild, angry thing. The winds were a deep, soulful wail echoing through the canyons of the mountains. Very briefly, Rael...
NovelsThe mild weather snuck away in the night, setting the stage for their departure, to be a much more bitterly cold and uncomfortable affair. After sundown the temperature dropped until snow fell in a scintillating curtain of white, crystal-soft flakes. They danced along the wind, dazzling and fleeting in the moonlight as they did somersaults and dizzying spiral dives before collecting in a graceless mass grave all along the docks, their frantic, joyful celebration of cold and movement and life...
NovelsThe next morning was mild, if not as clear and sunny as the day before. Clouds hung in a haze over the sky, drab and dreary and promising cold and snow to come, but all in all it was a favorable day for the middle of a Dale winter. Rael was sitting against a wall in an alley mouth, studying the grand building across the street. He was on the opposite end of Trelling’s Rest, right in the heart of the Palace District, watching the Hall of Valor, home and seat of power for the Knight Brotherhood...
NovelsNote: Sword is a recurring character in the Darkswords series. He is also a character in the game Time Stalkers, which is owned by SEGA and CLIMAX ENTERTAINMENT. In this case, Sword is from Darkswords. The SRU elements belong to Bill hart. Guess I got bored and decided to see what would happen if they crossed paths. Darkswords/SRU Crossover: The Fish That Got Away. Sword, your not-so-typical half elf, half vampire adventurer, always seemed to be in the right place at the right...
Andra screamed into her ballgag. She screamed as my whip hit her beautiful ass again. She'd been screaming herself hoarse since I started working my way down her back with the horsewhip. She screamed when I hauled her up by her bound tits, her wrists tied to them and they tied to a pulley fixed to the ceiling. Her ankles were tied together with cruel handcuffs, almost too tight for her. Her big toes were tied with wire to a D-ring in the floor and her head was covered in a gag and...
Dark Meat Diet! Chapter 1 LoadSwapping Fun! TJ Ryder http://www.bullsnboys.com/ Being a white boy of Dutch descent growing upin a 95% Zulu country, its difficult when I visit my grandfather'sfarm in the country because, well, for several reasons. Like all white boys (and girls) who went to Mugabo publichigh school, I'm part of the first generation of postapartheid teenagers who grew up and was raised in a countrydominated by black...
Categories: MC, FF+, modification, reluctant.????????? ****????????? Note_1: The below story contains adult material. Do not continue reading if you are under age 18 or are offended by such material, this is a pure fantasy. All the other characters are pure fiction.Note_2: the story is based on Unseen_Unread picture story that can be found here.Note_3: Darkheart, shockwave and Lady Psy are used with the artist's permission.????????? ****????????? Chapter 1: fun and games.Michelle...
"I'm not pretty, not a bit-- Thin and sallow-pale; When I trudge along the street I don't need a veil: Yet I have one fancy hit. Jess and Jill can trill and sing With a flute-like voice, Dance as light as bird on wing, Laugh for careless joys: Yet it's I who wear the ring." -Christina Rossetti, A Ring Posy With an awkward jolt, eyes wild, visage pained, the Darkbitch awakened and searched frantically among the tangle of bodies scattered around the huge, disarrayed, semiunduvetted...
"Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie." -Edgar Allan Poe, The City in the Sea It was hard to see the faint reflection of her face in the window...
"Justice with change of interest learns to bow, And what was merit once is murder now: Actions receive their tincture from the times, And as they change, are virtues made or crimes." -Daniel Defoe, A Hymn to the Pillory Each section of the patchwork school building that constituted Darkbitch Academy started classes at a different time. The area where Miss Rhea was rather roughly dragging her student Amy to the nurses' office would soon be filled with a bustle of happy, shapely,...
"Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange." -William Shakespeare, The Tempest As she recovered her balance from Miss Rhea's rude shove inside, Amy cast a slightly bewildered gaze around the Nurses' Office. During orientation, Lady Akiko had discussed it only in vague generalities. Among the students it was the subject of various...
"It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within." -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode Crouched within a coppice next to the palace, a blue-haired girl tensely waited. Her deep cerulean eyes slowly and methodically scanned the scene before her, betraying absolutely no emotion. The scene reflected in them was static: the hulking...
_"Wild roses from the plains, that made hearts tender, All the funny circus silks Of politics unfurled, Bartlett pears of romance that were honey at the cores, And torchlights down the street, to the end of the world." -Vachel Lindsay, _Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan_ Jade staggered backwards, slack-jawed, staring blankly, pushed into near catatonia by the sudden memory of her sin. She had been the cause of the Darkbitch's justified anger, and she had directed it onto an innocent boy...
Jonathan I'm following Alex in her little sports car, and envying her for the wind in her hair. Amongst this old Escort's many problems, it doesn't have air conditioning, so the east Texas heat is pretty sweltering inside the car, even with all the windows down. Within a few minutes, we're back in the residential area I'd passed through an hour ago. Alex is going much slower, which I'm thankful for. I know my controlling tendencies would have me twitching and frustrated if she were...