Two days later, Dad said, "You need to cut Jason some slack, cupcake." Why?" Because grief and fear often create strange behavior." Yeah, they do. I k...ow what happened. He lost it, and when I tried to help him, comfort him, he rejected me, coldly and with malice. Then he defied you, tried to be something he isn't, probably something he can never be - the head of a family. He hurt me, Dad. When he gets frightened, he blames me, twists his fear around and lays it at my feet as if it were my. The time should pass easier that way." "I'llbe ok." she said as she headed for the elevators, "Have a good night."Tara's mind was racing. What could this man be doing to these women that couldtake an entire day and have them crawling back for more. She noticed one of themen in the elevator sneaking glances at her exposed leg. That and the thought ofbeing ravished but the man waiting for her upstairs started to get her wet. Shecould feel a small trickle of moisture caress her bare thigh. The. ”“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Phil cut in.“I’m not uncomfortable with it,” Tiffany admitted. “We’ve done it that way – Molly and me. I’m just not sure I can take it.”“You’ve taken it before,” Molly pointed out.“Not like that!” Tiffany said. She looked up at Phil and shook her head. “He’s just on top of me, not inside of me. Hailey has her hand on my arm and you’re rubbing my leg. I’m about ready to cum from this! If we do that, I’m not sure I’ll survive.”Molly laughed and. Antibiotic cream and a butterfly bandage could handle it. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”“Nothing?” she exclaimed, standing. “You’re bleeding!” She dashed to the bathroom and returned with a towel. Shoving my hand aside, she wrapped it around my arm, tying it with a knot. Her hands shook.“Callie,” I said softly, taking her hands. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.” When I drew her into a hug, I felt her trembling. Kissing the top of her head, I reassured her, “A simple bandage will fix it.”She.