She then turned to look at me and asked, "Would they want you to come live with them?" Oh, I'm sure of it," I said, and heard Jessica sniffle. I went ...ight on. "That doesn't mean that they really want me to go live with them, or that I would go."Jessica looked up at me. She was blinking her eyes and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know she' been on the brink of crying."John, are ... will you be ok by yourself for a few minutes?" Theresa asked."I'm sure I will, why?" Jessica and I need to. So just slip those panties down and get over my lap."Her memory was vivid. Protests would do nothing. Her nine year old mind would never forget the look of fascination in her uncle's eyes as she obeyed the order. She hooked her little fingers in the elastic waist band of her tight, white cotton panties and, blushing with humiliation, pushed them down to just below her crotch."All the way, Rachel, take them all the way off! You know you can't spread your legs far enough apart if I let you keep. A glance at the microwave told him he was going to be late if he didn’t hurry, so he jotted off a quick note and hurried out the door into an all too bright morning in his somewhat hungover state. The drive was an easy and fast one. He was at the office 15 minutes after walking out his front door. The ibuprofen had finally kicked in and he was feeling a bit more human. The morning progressed smoothly, but still Paul was grateful when Jim finally showed up, albeit 3 hours late, allowing him to. He seemed pleased by Missy’s surprised reaction. He continued, “Because I take pride in my children, you can imagine how I would feel, what I would DO, if I found that one of my own, my precious little girl was lying to me.”“Lying?”“Because it certainly seems that you are looking for something and by chance I walked around the house and found these just below your bedroom window.”Her father brought his hand from behind his back and held the wrinkled jeans and white underwear that Jeffery had.