..then turned and walked away. She gasped slightly when she saw that I was leaving, apparently thinking that I was going to leave her stranded in the...library wearing nothing but her bra and panties. But she said nothing. To confirm her impression I went a couple of aisles back toward the entrance then ducked into one and stashed her dress on an empty shelf. Then I crept back around the other way to see what she was doing. She was simply standing there, arms at her sides, waiting. But there. My father was quite attractive. He had a handsome face, when it wasn't fixed in a lecherous glare. He was tall, over six feet, and he had a muscular build. Even though he was over forty, his hair was just beginning to gray at the temples and it only made him look more distinguished and his stomach was quite firm.How he kept in such good shape was beyond me. I'd never seen him exercise a day in my life. Yet, he had a powerfully muscular frame, his arms and legs were well defined, and his chest. ) As forthe other Saturday evenings they were out at someone else's house playingcards, never would I see them before midnight as was the same for mysister. I found myself left to my own devices on many Saturday evenings!Thus all the worlds and stars aligned at the right time for me.One night I couldn't help myself, my parents had gone to play bridge. Lizwas out, spending the night at a friends place and I had the house all tomyself. I headed to up to my sisters room to see what I might find.. “Aiiieeee!” she screamed. Then she began cursing William directly. “Mister Wilson, you son of a bitch,” she yelled, “I will get your pompous white ass if it takes me the rest of my life.”William merely smiled and laid another stroke across her ass, this time, just below the handle of the spike. Her scream was slightly louder and much longer. She began to combine swear words in ways that most of the audience had never heard before.The third stroke was again above the handle, about a quarter inch.