It’s a Friday morning, Dad is gone, it’s only two of us in the house. I wake up smelling fresh pancakes. I follow the smell, finding her in the kitchen butt naked with only an apron on.
‘So that’s how, in less than a year, my life changed from a 15 year-old society brat to a married mother-to-be, criminal slave with woodworking skills, and all because I stole a key.’
John Lincoln was a judge but a fairly shy man; not a ladies' man. One of his personal 'foibles' is his love of watching a woman's butt, especially in tight pants. On a run one day he came upon two ladies, bending and showing lovely butts, enclosed in black stretched pants. But one was hurt and he decided to help. The resulting romance took John by storm. Her name was Carol.