I remember gently asking how long I should wait... "Well, I might like to start dating?!" Jesus, Bob! Get your shit together, man. I'll be dead. What ...he fuck do I care!" We never discussed it again. I quit work shortly after she passed on and bought the condo a month later with her life insurance money. The house was a quick sale and now I was standing at one end of my kitchen listening to a group of people talking about me at the other end."Yea! I'll call all the escort services in town!" My. ’ ‘Drug dealing pays…..’ ‘Fucking too true mate…..fucking too bleeding true.’ Patrick gently stroked Rachel’s neck where the small wound from Snakes knife had dried over with blood, ‘Does this hurt….do you need a doctor? I nearly died when I saw him hurt you.’ Looking at the wound in his side and then his arm, ‘These need stitches.’ ‘Nah….just a plaster. They’re not deep….’ ‘Patrick you need stitches they’re bad….’ ‘No time….we need to get down to Brighton…..the boat is waiting to take us out. She only caught a glimpse of his member at full mast before he ducked behind her out of view. She pressed her face against the sheets of the bed and groaned as her ass burned from the blows of his leather belt. She waited for her Daddy to release her from her binds, but moments ticked by and he still hadn't let her go. She tried to crane her head back to look at him, but the restraints refused her mobility. The mattress shifted as her Daddy straddled over her upper thighs and she inhaled. "Miss Callahan, you realize that you've failed the last three test in my class, correct?" Lisa shrugged, "I'm sorry, sir." "You don't seem to realize the implications of this, you are failing my class and with the remaining assignments left in the semester, there is no way that you can pass." "What?! That means I won't graduate!" "Exactly, now you are starting to understand." "There has to be something I can do to pass! Please, I'll do anything!" "Well, Miss Callahan, you know I do not offer.