As I walked past the boys to get to the door Jack grabbed my wrist. "You will do as your fucking told, sit back down!" he shouted in my face, the sme...l of whiskey off his breath was intoxicating alone. I tried to remove his hand, I tried to tug away from him but he held my wrist still. A minute of silence passed, Jack spent the time looking me up and down with an expression of utter disgust plastered on my face. He pushed my wrist away with such force that I fell to the ground. He stormed. "Oh, don't stop. It feels so good!" She then pushed my hand in such a manner that my middle finger entered her while the palm of my hand rested on the button that was giving her so much joy."I moved my hand, Karen's breathing started increasing, and her hips started moving in harmony with my hand's motion. My hand was starting to get wet from something, when Karen became stiff and gasp in a sudden expulsion of breath. That's when my hand got very wet."I was not unaffected by this turn of. "I knew that was an unsettling thought to her, but it was probably evenmore unsettling to think about going to school and having all herclassmates realize she had been changed. I had no way of knowing whowould remember Lucas and who would not, but at least my theory soundedmore palatable to her than being made fun of by her friends."If you're right, then Dave will know," she pointed out. "He was theretonight." Dave's your best friend," I reminded her. "If anybody is sympatheticto. The steam and the smell of Irish Spring soap poured from the edges of the shower curtain and Daddy was humming Free Bird again. After a few short minutes, he shut off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. His wet hair hung in long perfectly spiraled curls, his full beard glistening with droplets of water. I watched a few drip on to his chest and roll down his stomach. I looked up to see Daddy’s blue eyes looking back at mine and my breath caught in my throat.“Get the towel off the.