"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." You can't hurt me as long as you are on SlackTime," Harmony remarked. "Stiffies scare me." Harmony, dear," M...ss Krystal interrupted, "be nice. Go ahead and tell Scott why you can't stand men." Krys-tal!" Harmony whined."It's okay," Miss Krystal said. "Scott was abused. He'll understand. He won't think less of you."I won't repeat Harmony's horror story here. It was bad, but it isn't my story—it's Harmony's story. I can't imagine anything that bad. I could see the cow in the pasture, the sheep grazing, the red barn and the line of trees on the edge of the farm.Sherry was standing next to me and pointed to the other side of the farm. “That’s where Dad wants to build my house.”“Wow, that would be great. It’s so beautiful here, almost magical.”“I know and I do love it here, but I’m not sure what’s going to happen in the future. I have another year of college and I’m thinking about the Peace Corp. I want to work in Third World Countries. I’m. I was both surprised and grateful when she didn’t resist but followed almost eagerly. ‘Well then my beautiful date, what say we continue where we left off and you show me just what I have to work with and exactly how I go about pleasuring it.’ Melissa’s eyes lit up at my last comment and she ended up being the one dragging me into her bedroom with the both of us giggling like school kids. Melissa had me out of underwear and back on her bed in a flash. Her small robe was quickly discarded and. I shook my head and teased him, 'Dad, what are you doing in your shorts', implying he was doing something naughty?He jumped as I entered, his hand going down to his crotch, even though I could not see exactly what it was he was doing, I got the impression my daddy was having a wank.I was f******n and a pretty savvy girl for my age, but more, as dad and I were like separate entities leading our existences together, dad was my sole guardian, ever since my mother left us some 10 years back.We both.