Grab that box and take it to the car. I'll be with you in a minute"With a huff, Ray picks up the box and shuffles to the car like a kid that has been ...old he can't have sweets."Saim, I need you to go to the telephone junction box at the end of the street from your firm" Erm okay, then what?" Take this"Dan hands Saim the telephone for the diverter device."When you get there just press this button. It will turn it on and all incoming calls to the emergency phone will be diverted to this mobile". Naturally, this has brought us close together - perhaps closer than most fathers and their daughters. At 21, my daughter Claire was due to be married to a guy named Mark. Frankly, I can't stand the guy. Maybe it's because I'm very possessive of my daughter, or maybe he's just an arsehole. Either way, I don't exactly approve of the marriage.My daughter is gorgeous, even if I say so myself. She's tall and slim with long wavey red hair and a beautiful figure. I've always found her sexually. How many times did they do that to her? Even when she never struggled they still were rough with her and held her down while they took turns raping her."Lemme count the money," Roscoe said as she slid into the front seat. Reaching for the small bag around her waist, she dug out all the money and handed it to him. $730. He smiled as he counted it leaned over to kiss her cheek. He never kissed her on the mouth after she'd been working. "You did good, girl, I'm proud," he added with his notorious. ” She stroked down my spine. “I shouldn’t love you.”“But you do.”“I do.”“Then I’m not letting you go.”“Minx...” She shook her head, tears in her eyes as I hugged her tight, burying my face back into her tits. “This isn’t—”“No!” The word exploded out of me, shocking me. “I’m not letting you go. I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can. No more talking about the future. Let’s just enjoy this, us. Okay? I love you.”“I love you, Minx,” she whispered. Her hands found my cheeks. She lifted my.