This weekend was the only vacation I'd had from Sarah sinceschool ended. What was I going to do when I didn't even get that muchnext year? I returned ... smile to my mom that was much like hers. Shenodded her head in understanding of how I really felt. Spending theFourth of July with family was something we had done every year since Icould remember.It was with a solemn feeling that I helped carry the food that Mom and Ihad made together into the house. This was supposed to be a happy time,but Dad. Her back to him. He moved her hair, bunching the usually curly mop, balled it up and placed it on her head. He started on her neck. The soapy synthetic sponge first, then his hand to massage the skin and wipe the Froth and dirt away. She responded with a growl, much like a panther “mmmmm, Sarah he’s good at this. I may have to take advantage of him. A Lot!”He merely kept to his business. Soap scrub, squeegee, massage. Sarah responded with words to her but meant for him. “Backs first. You. .." I gasp out, although the pain is already starting to fade.I hate to think what would have happened if she had made full contact."That´s the point," she says "If you were a r****t, you´d be unable to do anything now."Pain continues to fade, anger continues to rise."Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" I ask her."You´ll get over it," she sniffs haughtily. "It´s more important that I´ve learned to defend myself."Really getting pissed at her now."You think you´ve learned to defend. About mid way through the second week things began to go wrong for her. It was the middle of the night when I heard her in the bathroom crying. I tapped lightly on the door wanting to ask if she needed some help."I'll be alright in few minutes, Daddy, " she replied.Still I lay in bed hearing her sobbing as if she was in pain. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I opened the bathroom door and saw Suzie desperately working her large milk swollen breasts. She was leaning over the sink as her.