When Freddie came over for his typical morning visit, that's how he found Sam. On the floor, unc*nscious, and her bed sheet had a large bloodstain on ...t as did the nightshirt she was wearing."Sam!" Freddie yelled as he bent down to check on her. He reached for his phone and dialled 911.Carly, still in her basketball jersey and shorts, and still sweaty from the last PAC 10 tournament game where she scored 30 points and had 13 assists and afterward in the locker room learned that Sam had been in. Just how fast could I run? With a stop watch and running shoes I was about to find out. I hoped to break the two minute mile at least. Stretches over, I lined up, took a deep breath and hit the stop watch as I started running. I felt great accelerating down the straight way. The wind rushing through my hair felt good... I must have been flying at fifty or sixty MPH as I hit the first turn and... 'Mother fucking shit!!!' My scream would have been audible across the field if anyone had been. "Oh fuck, you're cunt is so fucking wet bitch!" Yes Sir." Put your leg up on the chair."Now her pussy was completely open for his use. She loved the feeling of being totally exposed, and open. It made her feel like such a dirty slut, which of course she loved. Master slid his fingers, on her clit. He rubbed soft, all around her clit. She was really getting excited now. She wanted to get fucked, but knew not to ask for it. She would wait until he said it was okay. "You like that my sweet whore?". " After a few more minutes he went rightto sleep, all of the talking had really worn him out.I cried myself to sleep that night, because not onlywas my Father dying, he was now also insane.He died in his sleep over night. I never told anyoneof our conversation, for fear it would ruin people?simage of him. Within a few days all the arrangementswere settled, and relatives from across the countrycame to the funeral. I know funerals aren?t supposedto be much fun, but it seemed like my Dad?s was.