The train made another loud ratcheting sound as one of the rearmost cars ground to a halt, and then he snapped the laser pointer onto the man and pull...d the trigger, three quick flexes of his right index finger. The gun made a muffled barking noise and the old fellow went down, the noise lost in the commotion made by the train. ‘Thank you for your contribution.’ He smirked, then stood and made his way toward the train. There was, of course, the possibility that someone else would exit the train. . I want to say 'nice' but you don't want to hear that. But it is, really nice. Let's see. I would call it big..." How big, Mom?" Honey, I don't know exactly." This big?" she asked holding her hands up with the palms facing each other. They were probably about six inches apart."No ... bigger than that," I said.She moved her hands a few more times until she got to what I guessed was the approximate length of her father's erect penis."Wow, Mom. That seems pretty big." It is. It's a very nice. Rick was already in bed at the time reading, as he liked to do for the last hour of the day before going to sleep. "I told her that she could go out with him as long as she didn't do anything with her date that she wouldn't do with me." he said with a chuckle. "She whipped back the covers to discover that I like to sleep in the nude. She saw everything and her mood went from playful, giving dad a hard time, to staring at my naked body and getting very serious all of a sudden. I quickly tried to. .The hand on my shoulder slowly creeps upward, toward my neck. His gaze still pins me down. I can't look away. Then I his hand tighten around my neck. My breath was hastened as is, now I become increasingly lightheaded. I try to clear my head and calm my breathing, but I feel like puddy in his hands.Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The word rings in my head time and time again. Yet I am incapable of resisting him it seems. Still I try. My pathetic and half-hearted attempt to resist ends.