The guy who runs the place told me about this broken down cabin off at the end of the row. He couldn't rent it, so I offered to buy it. $10k, flat out... The deal is that I do it up, and when I move on, he gets it back. He's happy and I'm happy. My name won't show up on any deeds and Tara won't find me.It's small – three rooms – and needs work, but I can do that. The guy here who owns the place, Marco, said if I did a good job, I can be his handyman. I know I can do that. Maybe it's time for some. ’ ‘Thanks, we are going to the Homecoming dance on Friday.’ She just smiled and changed the subject, ‘Those laps really killed my legs. My thighs and calves are killing me.’ She bent over and rubbed her calves. I noticed her breasts hanging down and sway with her movement. Just then she looked up and caught me staring. ‘You okay?’ she said. ‘Yeah why?’ ‘Well you are all flush, and if you don’t mind me saying, your nipples are never hard like that.’ I realized with that comment she must have. His tone was firm, yet friendly, he wasn't at all upset with me; he just seemed to be explaining things to a headstrong daughter.I knew there was no challenging my father while I was wearing a dress and makeup. I'd just have to get used to being his little girl."Yes Daddy," I said softly. "I'll be a good girl, I promise." Mother, what about my old clothes? Maybe I could use them for working around the house."I had your father donate all of your old clothes to Goodwill honey," Mom smiled. "No. See, I’m doing better at letting lust instead of jealousy guide me!” Gracie pointed out, and I would have to concur.“And I vote in favor as well. It’s unanimous, then. So ordered,” Jasper mock gaveled it, getting a very curious look from the cashier, who looked somewhat familiar to me.“So ... what will it be? And is this some kind of commune, like a hippie thing?” the cashier asked, just seconds before she recognized me, “It’s ... you! I fucked you six times now in the past six weeks. I would.