She was walking along the back-roads in the middle of the night. Her name was Anne, she said. And I'll be damned. It was a dark, stormy night, the winds were biting and whipping and when she gratefully jumped in my truck, she looked like a drowned rat.

A drowned rat with piercing, blue eyes, soft, velvety, blonde hair and a smile that lifted my spirits - and other things.

Stories Included:

- Free Use 7: Taking The Maid Behind My Wife's Back
- Free Use 8: Taking the Hitchhiker
- Free Use 9: Taking The Pregnant Woman Next Door
- Free Use 10: Taking The Gym Ladies
- Free Use 11: Taking The Newscaster On Live TV!
- Free Use 12: Taking The Bimbo At The Bus Stop