I do not know how to define my feelings, the more I think about them. I realize that she is my daughter - therefore, a maiden worthy of my highest res...ect - but my rationale fails me every time I think back to how fulfilling a woman in my arms could be."I am almost ashamed to put this down in writing, but I hope that the written words would always provide me with that inspiration to keep my feelings for my daughter under control. I must respect her as a woman, but I must treat her as a. She made her way home, stopping on the way to pick up some food, since she was far too tired and disappointed to cook anything tonight. Once inside, she placed the box on the table and dropped her keys beside it. She took a deep breath of relief now that she could relax for a bit. “I guess I'll look at my expensive egg a bit more,” she muttered to herself. She opened the box and carefully reached in to pull the egg out. Her hands held it firmly as she carried it to the counter and sat it down. Did Mon or Kade do that?"I shook my head."All you have to do is accept the stuff, enjoy the good life and pay what you owe." Pay what I owe?" Yeah," he said. "Everything in life has it's price. All of the things you have now come with one, too. It's not like you'd be doing anything you weren't used to."I remained quiet as he slid his hand in my pants and began to finger my clitty."All you have to do is take care of Grandpa the way he takes care of you. Only in a different way."I didn't say. The whisky tasted like cheap stuff, but she'd put away the bottle so I couldn't see the brand. I prefer vodka. She returned. "Ready?"And she swept us both out the door and into her car. "Just sit there, now, dear. I'll drive."She did, to a rather nondescript part of town where she parked in front of a beauty parlor."I'm not going in there," I said, now genuinely frightened. It was one thing to be an imitation woman in privacy, and enjoy the illusion. But this was authentic woman territory, and.