Oh God
Copyright© 2000 - All rights reserved They were at it again, all five - husband and four sons - at window stations, peeking through blinds, drooling over that sixteen-year-old prick-tease, Pam Decker. Dorothy took a peek. This time Pam was out front washing her Mustang in short-shorts and wet crop top, barefoot. This was pure torture. That girl needed to be taken down, but Dorothy knew that none of her mob stood the slightest chance, not without a weapon, cuffs, blind fold, duct tape, and...