He took all of the clothes out of my closet and my drawers. My makeup was all gone too. My room looked like a fucking nunnery. I had a small plain bed... a small dresser, a wooden chair, and a desk. That was about it except for a big crucifix hanging on the wall. All of my posters were down from my walls and ceiling, my rug was gone, and my fancy curtains were now plain white. The lock on my bedroom door was now on the outside. My phone, computer, and Internet were gone or shut off. I was in. My images on screen were blurring as each one replaced the next in a continuous exhibition of c***d-like pornography, undeveloped breast, taut tight tummy muscles, rarely seen on a girl one year shy of her f******nth, a feminine six-pack that daddy has made me tease his friend with, tapering off as if pulled between my muscular thighs, the elastic of my knickers barely covering the polished pearl, each man looking and holding their breath, one centimetre they are screaming, oh how a girls. "Fuck knows," he admitted, "she doesn't talk or recognize anybody, her husband included, but she just loves those Mars bars; do anything for them as you've just seen."We exited that area and we walked on down a long corridor to a pair of big locked doors. From my much small bunch of keys Keith showed me the right one to use."This area is a coma unit," he said. "All the local hospitals transfer the long termer here, save them bed space." What do we do with them?" I asked."We stick monitors on. I love you, Daddy, that was so wonderful, and if this is our only time together I am not going to let you waste it on nonsense. Now kiss me!" How could I resist an offer like that? I kissed her, and then I started tickling her.She shrieked and squealed, laughing hysterically. I pushed her over on her back and with no warning, put my head between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth, while putting my other hand over her mouth. She was so surprised she screamed into my hand. I figured we.