I just needed and wanted; never before had I been so disconnected from the rest of my surroundings. All that existed was Patrick and me standing in hi... shadowed room.Suddenly I was naked, and I turned to eagerly strip him of his pants. He didn’t stop me, but he didn’t help, either. He watched me as I ripped them off, tugging them with frustration. I gave up when they lingered on the lower part of his calves, and then stared hungrily at what had already been inside me. I knew what it felt like. " Trish corrected herself. She always felt intimidated byhis presence. She wasn't sure if it was the perfectly pressed pin-stripesuit, his deep gravely voice, or his square jaw, thick dark hair, andslightly protruding forehead that got to her. It wasn't a sexual thing,as she always felt like a little girl approaching her father whenever shewas near him. "Um... remember what we were talking about last week aboutmy boyfriend working here over the Christmas holidays?" She noticed adefinite shudder. "Sounds good. Have fun," She said.I suppose her "have fun" remark was emblematic of our unstated recognition of the fact that I was allowed to have a little recreation myself so long as I was being so tolerant and understanding of her "on the side" activities. Well, that was my reasoning.I actually did try to set up a little pool and beer fest at the Starlighter lounge. But, as fate would dictate, neither Arnie nor Reggie, my best pool shooting buds and my crew when I catered a party, were. Daddy would set uncomfortably at the head of the table, his ego shattered, his back covered in swollen bruised whelps, making small talk while trying to hard to act as if nothing was different than any other evening meal. Being grateful that Issac did not have the same dark lust that daddy had. The only lust that he had was for me and what ever perverse notion he took to bestow upon my willing body. Some nights his cruel hunger would become extreme and wicked as he would bind my wrist and.