My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.“Goddamn, ain’t she just...a rich slut,” he growled. “You see your mama, girl?”“Yes,” my daughter groaned, her face red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the front of her negligee-like top. “I can’t believe she’s doing this.”“Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp dick, so she needs a real man. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when we’re. She had pulled at least three muscles in her arms and legs and maybe pinched a nerve in her back, flickers of sharp pain that flared whenever she moved. She considered going to the hospital for a checkup as one of the policemen suggested, but she didn’t think it so necessary a precaution. An hour in the tub made her reconsider, as the stinging of her scratches and the soreness of her entire body flared beyond what she could tolerate, not to mention the side of her face which now transmogrified. Suddenly I realized I wasn’t still dreaming. She told she will inform my parent of this and but I started to shed tears telling her sorry for how I behaved. I told her I have never behaved to anyone in that manner and I pleaded her to forgive me. She got cooled somehow and she went outside. I was still weeping and slept again without eating. I don’t know what happened then. Later that night she called my name near the doors and asked me to eat. I realised what happened and I also realized it’s. He didn’t take bullshit. But then, neither did my father. I wonder why I listened to him and not to Dad, when they said the same things. Maybe it wasn’t a fair field to judge – whenever something fun happened during my childhood, it was because Tyler was there. Tyler got me in doses, while Dad had to put up with me all the time. It was always ‘kid’, ‘kid’, ‘kid’, for as long as I can remember. Mum used to get so exasperated with it – ‘He has a name, Ty.’ It was a bad thing if he used my name,.