‘You should leave now.’ I told him. ‘I can’t do that.’ He shook his head, ‘and unless you want to leave me homeless, then neither can you....�� *** That night I cried for my father again. Hours pranced passed while I continued in this demented waltz of grief. I needed a drink. Shivering in my light blue nightie I tiptoed toward the kitchen so that I wouldn’t wake the man next door. Shadows watched me from every corner, whispering that release was only a jump away- ‘When was the last time you slept. I did, too, and we were a wreck."Evelyn's sister Betty was a godsend - she took in Beth during the week for a time, which helped a lot because I was devastated and wasn't able to be a good father. After a few months, I recovered enough to have Beth move back in with me."We were always close, but having only each other, we became closer emotionally. We cuddle a lot, and we tell each other that we love each other. She is so special to me, and I want the best for her."She withdrew from her friends. Would it surprise you to know that one of the most influential organizations in your part of the small ‘c’ christian world, which has an annual income of around $170,000,000, spends some 60% on the maintenance of infrastructure, keeps some 33% as net profit, yet only spends around 3% on caring for the less fortunate in its sphere of influence. That hardly seems fair, does it Pastor Mayotte.’ Henderson didn’t wait for an answer. ‘Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You. One night a whole lot shot out and it scared her, but daddy didnt wake up so she guessed it was ok. [I remember those times. He would tell me in the morning that he had had a wet dream. Now we knew why.] She also told us that she liked rubbing my nipples and feeling them get big and hard. She would touch me between the legs and found that I had sticky fluid too and she would rub me to get me to make more. [Now I know where my wet dreams originated also.] She told us that one time she tasted.