In 1944 her father returned after fighting in Normandy, a war hero who had won the Silver Star and a Purple Heart. The town hailed him as a hero, and ...ethany met her father for what felt like the first time. At first it was strange having a man in the house, he and her mother quarreled often. He used harsh language which she learned not to repeat after being spanked for mimicking her dad. What was also strange was that when her and her mother would go to church at their local Ward of the Church. "Yeah, spank the slut!" others agreed.I looked at Sandy questioningly, and she nodded slightly."OK, you naughty girl, you know what to do," I said.Jenna and Maggie moved over for her, and she started draping herself over my lap when I told her, "Uh, uh. You know how you need to present yourself." She looked at me questioningly, and I looked pointedly at her panties. She pulled them off and then positioned herself on my lap.I rubbed my hand on her ass lightly for a bit, and there were a number. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it because she was frightened, or because she wanted to keep a tight grip on her own legs to make sure she didn’t go to answer the door. She didn’t trust anyone anymore, and that included herself. The knocking continued. ‘I’m not home,’ she muttered into the pillow, not daring to shout it but praying that somehow the person outside would be convinced. ‘I’m not home I’m not home I’m not home…’ Jessica recited it over and over, like a…oh, god, fuck no, not like a. Thank you for pointing that out sweetie and I love you dearly too.”When we got home I started preparing a chicken, rice and collard greens dinner. Even heating up the brisket and sausage we had left from Thursday night. Beth was busy showing them our restrooms, collecting their clothes and fetching them both a big beach towel to wear. (No clothes in our home would come close to fitting them.)Supper was wonderful and I could tell they felt so much better being here. Not long after our meal I.