Jenkins saying, ‘A penny for your thoughts.’ A penny indeed! ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘but the smell of your cigar took me back what seems lik... a hundred years.’ Thankfully we had reached my shop and I could pull myself back together as I opened the door, took my hat off, and gathered my tape to measure him. ‘Now, Mr. Jenkins, if you’ll just stand there I’ll get your measurements and you can picked out some material and soon be on your way.’ I began by measuring his arms and continued around to his. He stared at me with empty eyes, then got the garden hose and put out the fire. Yeah, he'd be late for work. I didn't care."Joined the Air Force, asshole. Maybe one day I'll have a kid and beat the fuck out of him, just like my dear ol' DAD!" I mocked.It was an empty threat. I had no desire for children, because I was so deeply, deeply afraid I'd turn out like him. Still it felt good, as evil as I feel for saying this, to needle him that way.Before I turned to go, I saw him staring at me, the. Dad had to bring in a 6 man work crew (aka. Our playthings) to complete the lodge. To the surprise of Dad the crew worked much better and "harder" with us three girls in the nude most days. Tammy kept telling them if you get your work done we will have a special prize for you. I had my first stabbing from a BBC and I sure did love it. He was a college student from Canada. I will call him MY BBC. He is very fit, standin6'3" and about 200lbs. His dark skin was such a turn on for me.. “Daddy...I.... " He leans forward and grabs my shoulders yanking me up to his leave. "What in the hell has my slut been doing to have a soaking wet pussy? Answer me now!" The glare in his steel gray eyes tells me that I am in for a punishment. He runs his hand through his jet black hair as I search for the right words to say. “ Daddy....I was working and there were these people in another aisle...they were...." I lose my words in my throat. It is so dry with fear and anticipation. “ Say it.