. Standing in the mini-studio that my dad had created in one cornerof our garage - complete with a floor-to-ceiling mirror and aneight foot long barre...- trying to learn the basic positions ...In my old ballet costume.I had just got a new one for our next performance, and I was soexcited about it. He'd seen me home, as usual, and I invited himinside, asking him if he'd like to see it. That's right -unconsciously, I thought of him as "one of the girls" rather thanas a ~boy~. And he didn't react. I never told anyone about it otherwise they might think Iwas weird or something, at that time no one ever talked about anythinglike that, or in fact anything else, so I kept quiet.As I grew to my teenage years, I found myself becoming more shy than Iever had been, all of my few friends, two to be precise, started talkingabout girls, big boobs, big bums, who they fancied etc. Of course, I wentalong with them we looked at 'Dirty Books' where they made a lot ofcomments as they got really excited,. You sucked me completely different than usual. Who taught you about circling your tongue around the head twice, then going down as deep as you can. Over and over until I came. Who?" I demanded."My Daddy." she said softly, "The last time he spanked me I told you he had an erection and came in his pants. That wasn't exactly what happened. When he was done with my ass he pushed me to the floor, got up and dropped his pants. He pulled me to my knees and demanded a blow job. I was wet and horny and. ." Shedrifted into silence as tears began to run slowly down her face.Sam watched and listened feeling her emotions ebb and sway as Kara spoke.Could she forget, forgive? Was it all one way? Of course not. But... Shesighed softly and tried to stop her own tears from coming."Kara... I... I don't know. This... where we are, is not all your fault.How could it be? You hurt me more than anything ever has. More than Ithought anything could. But I know I am partly responsible. I was selfishand lost..