When my shift ended at 4 PM that day, I hurried home to freshen up and change, as Catherine was to pick me up in time to go to the 'second house' at t...e theatre. On occasion I did think she'd been nice and friendly because she was just lonely and wanted a friend, but I felt it was more than that. I felt the anger mounting inside me thinking about it on occasion and finally thought to myself something like, "fuck it" only one way to find out. After a quick bath I put on a nice black ensemble. “Everyone wanted to hire your father,” she continued. “He was a hard worker. Of course, it wasn’t always like that.” That was news to me. I’d only known a father who worked long hard hours every day of his life.“What do you mean?”“Well...” she lowered her voice and glanced around the room conspiratorially, “when we came to America, we were hippies. We never intended to work a day in our lives.”“Mom! You’re kidding!”“No, it’s true. You should know these things now that you’re grown up.” Grown. She looked so adorable in her little bra and panties. I wanted to just eat her up. She stayed with me quite a bit and we always slept in my bed. I would snuggle up to her and it always made my heart race. One night, we had been talking about boys and school things and the subject went to girl girl love making. We both decided that it was something that we were interested in. We also talked about how it might feel to have a cock inside us. I told her that it made me nervous. She. He watched his daughter, stand there, mulling over her options. ‘Antonia, make up your mind. We have other things to do today, besides watching you, stand there, looking like an idiot.’ That was all it took. Now, her father had raised the stakes and called her an idiot. No one, especially not him, could demean her academic success. ‘What can I hit you with, Frank? My hand will not even ruffle your shirt.’ ‘Pick something, little princess, make sure it does not hurt your dainty little fingers.’.