Any question had to be asked twice before she responded. Only one thing caused any sign of life: the regular visit of Uncle Danny who at least had his...business to run and the responsibility for his employees to provide a small distraction from the desolation inside him. Sammy would run to him, hug him fiercely and when he sat she would cuddle up to him, to be held close in his protective arms. Each time they were alone she would say “I’m sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me Uncle Danny.” . She turned off the TV and a looked at their little Christmas tree. It was lit up but had no ornaments on it. "Looks like daddy forgot where they are again," she said to herself as she walked down the hall to her daddy's room.She stopped to look at her mother's picture and had to agree with daddy; she really did look like her. The thought made her happy. Kimberly idolized her mother while she was alive (that was probably while she never called her mom or mommy) and did everything that she used. And there was no one I could ask for help.As I said, my father was almost always away in those days and when he was home, some strange noises would come out of their bedroom. My brothers said it had reached the point where Daddy was spanked and humiliated just like I was, but they couldn’t be sure because they had never seen it happen.All that changed though, one weekend when Mom had invited her friends and their daughters over to our house for a “target party” which meant I had to stand in. She made no movement to stop him as one hand came up to cup one breast, and then she realised that she now knew why she had worn a blouse and skirt, rather than a dress which would be much more difficult to take off gracefully. Subconsciously she had been waiting for this. It had been years since her husband died, and in that time no man had touched her; this David Ransome had everything going for him, he was good looking, quiet, well-mannered, rich, and above all, he had never known her late.