Then finally I felt fear. Who was this guy? Why was he doing this to me? I erased the tape and went to shower. I had suddenly felt very dirty. I menti...ned it to my boyfriend that night, but he told me to dismiss it. Forget it. The guy was obviously a little off balanced mentally, not to worry, he was just a harmless nut.When I returned home there were more messages. And each day after. Every time I came home there were at least ten to fifteen messages from Jim. Telling me he loved me. He always. But I guess since we didn't know you were fucking both of us, that would be hard to bring up." You don't have to worry about missing out on that opportunity," he continued, "because your k**s know what the other is doing. And now that you've had a taste of pussy with your sister, you shouldn't hold back from enjoying your daughter the same way."I thought for a moment on that. "I'm not a lesbian, Daddy. I did what I did because I love Sarah and she needed it." It's the same with Breanna, my. She climbed onto the stationary bike that was kept in that room and started pedaling, working off a little of her nervous energy.“I hope that you don’t mind that I’m on the bike. We’ve found that it makes it a little easier to talk when I’m on it,” Betsy said.“That’s fine,” Bess said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sure it will be better than watching you jump from place to place all of the time.”“The stationary bike is a whole lot better than the treadmill. It’s also a little quieter.”“That’s. The parking lot wasn't as well done as the roads and I more or less slid into a spot. This wasn't good. I carefully climbed out, avoiding the iced-over running boards and planting my feet oh-so-carefully so I wouldn't bust my butt. I was so busy watching the ground that I didn't notice the half-ton truck speeding towards me, its breaks screaming as the tires found no traction.Everyone around me stood frozen, except for Morgan, who was screaming at me to move, the rest of her family beside her.