Imagine, Cameron's daddy having a orgasm because of me and wanting to fuck me.He waited in the hallway for his daughter and just before she got to the...doorway, I walked out and my friends joined me and I told them I didn't want to leave jiust yet. Mr. C gave me a puppy-dog look as he walked away with Cameron and I knew I had gotten to him.I went with my friends b/c one of their boyfriends had weed and I totally smoked it up. I LOVED weed soooo much. It made me feel free & it loosened me up. I. I had no idea what we could do, and I was in an instant stateof panic. If only I'd had sense enough to ask Vivian what to do in sucha case. But she had only mentioned it as a crazy possibility and we'dlaughed at it as a joke.Bozo wasn't too delighted about things either. He tried to pull back andget free and it hurt like hell when he did. It felt like a barbedfishhook up inside me, tearing at my guts. I guess it was painful toBozo too though. He whined a couple of times and then turned mean. When I opened the door, there stood atall man of about my own age. Standing on my high heels I had to tilt myhead up slightly to look him in the face. Blue eyes, regular features,crew cut, neatly dressed, would sum up his appearance."Miss Stewart?" At my nod he continued, "I'm Mark Johnson. May I comein?"Taken by surprise I stood undecided for a moment, then gestured him intothe room. Nothing more was said until we were both seated."You do know who I am?" he asked."You're the father. Aren't. Stealing was fun. Stealing from women by breaking into their homes was even more fun. At first I snuck into their homes when they were away. But one day I was surprised by a woman being at home. I thought she might recognize me and report me to the police, so I hit on an idea to keep her quiet. Sexual humiliation. I discovered that torturing her was much more to my liking than merely taking her money. If I raped her and degraded her in every way possible she would be so ashamed to have her.