”She didn’t recognize the voice. But in a way she did. It had been too many years, and their chats had only been online this past week. But someho... she knew that voice must be his.Yet it couldn’t be. Not thousands of miles away. How could she be hearing his voice? Or seeing his eyes?“Shhh…Please don’t say anything. Don’t be afraid. It’s alright now.”She was silent. She remembered his words. About having faith. She would try, against her better judgment. Against every instinct in her body at. Her pretty, Oriental features gave her a quiet and unassuming look, andher shoulder-length black hair was currently hanging loose about her face. She was not the beauty that Becky was, at least not in her own mind, butshe was very pretty indeed, and had only become more so since their relationshiphad started, some confidence developing within her. More and more men had hiton her recently, something she found disturbing but also flattering. Drinking from the bottle of water she kept by her desk,. Obviously there was nothing going on between us. I was just imagining things and making things up in my mind. I should get changed in the bathroom like a normal person, not expose myself to this hairy man like some kind of horny slut. So I did. When I walked back in the room, my dad was fiddling with his iPad again. I grabbed the TV remote and sat on the edge of my bed. “I’m surprised you didn’t change in front of me”, my dad saiid smoothly and frankly. As if it was the most casual thing to be. I still didn`t know how to react. I was somewhat afraid that something(sexual) would happen again. She looked me in the eyes and said: "How are you feeling? Is your sex aching?"In my head I was like "What the fuck? Is that everything you could say to me?" I replied with a plain "no". She continued by saying:"I hope you understand that what we did was for you. There are cases of assault nowadays, and we didn`t want you unprepared. Besides what we did for you goes beyond my own principals, but we.