She giggled at him, “it seems you are very happy to be here with me”, as she looked directly at his bulging crotch. Without another word he took h...r hand and placed it on his cock, her eyes opened wide as it felt huge and rock hard. He started using her hand to rub it but quickly took his hand away as she need no help continuing.Leaning close he whispered in her ear, “if you want, we can go back to our apartment then we could continue”. She kept her hand on his cock but leaned in so she was at. It was all just kind of surreal.I don’t think I’d moved more than a few feet from where I’d first seen my dad in the whole time since. I’d sort of been figuratively pacing a few feet back and forth in my chair. I’d learn later that I had been talking to myself. At the time I didn’t know I was, talking to myself that is.I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Sam,” I looked around at him. He kind of motioned me to follow him off of the patio. I looked at him. I looked down at my dad, someone had covered. "Come here ya little queer, I'm gonna beat the fuck out of ya, then yourgonna sign. It will be just like the good old days, when I knocked yourma about."Her mind processed what he had said. Beat my mother? She never knew. Sheremembered the bruises on her mother arms, the black eyes. Her motheralways came up with an explanation. Hit her eye on the fridge door, fellover and other explanations that a nine year old would accept.It made sense now. The submissive behavior his mother always had. At first the lights caused her eyes to go through that painful morning hangover transition between a dim-lit room and a properly lit bathroom. Dave had a towel around his waist and he was shaving at the sink. Danielle’s eyes followed the scars down his body from the car crash. Each and every one seemed to almost emit its own aura of pain and carrying a story alongside it. Despite the clothing that he was wearing the prior day she noticed more of his body now. He was definitely in shape. The arm.