If my father even noticed, he didn't seem to care. He was so immersed in his work that nothing else mattered to him. If he didn't want her, I did. I b...gan to have sexual fantasies about fucking her.I devised a daring plan. Even though I risked getting kicked out of the house, I felt compelled to go through with it. I waited for a day when Mom went shopping, then I stripped and went to the livingroom, put the mailman tape in the VCR and sat back to hand-whittle my woody while I waited for her. " Well maybe we can shave her," Allen had replied. "You know I like shaving pussy." Oh that's mostly shaved," replied Brenda. "She doesn't shave her pits. Not a lot of hair there, but there's some. She calls it a fashion statement." A what?" Allen had asked.Brenda went on to describe how she'd heard a couple of girls giving Tina a hard time about it. Tina had just laughed it off and said it was just hair, and hair was just a fashion statement. Other comments about how it was unhygienic were. What he breathed in she breathed out. We were tied to a man who had a living, breathing shadow; if he ceased to exist so would she. Fascinating and terrifying! What would happen if she suddenly decided Lidia and I were a threat to her god?"Alee? Alee, honey, are you with us?" I shook my head; Daniel was talking to me. We had come back to the cabin and were now ready for bed. I was exhausted but lust was starting to stir me to action once more. I glanced at Lidia; she was at least as tired as I. Surgery helped too. Ramona finally feltstrong and felt free. The scars on her arms faded over the years, onlyvisible when you knew where they were. She always was careful anyway. Shedidn't want anyone to find out, so she hid the coping she did because ofthe hiding. She's been clean for over two decades now. Only bit herfingernails until there were almost no nails left. The pain numbed otherpain. Blood helped. It floods the negativity and pain out. For somemoments at least. She thought about it.