My name was Rod, a mechanic for a local car garage. My wife worked at the local supermarket on the checkout. She had a eighteen -year-old daughter named Lolita who I'd known since she was thirteen years old. Her mum and I had been married five years. Lolita had been a shy and timid small girl, but over the past year she had gotten taller and developed all the lovely womanly curves. It had been a rainy afternoon and busine...