I always use to stare at her at the right places. Even though she notices, she never told anything to me.On one fine day, she came to my home, my pare...ts are not there at that time. So, I grabbed the opportunity and I chatted with her continuously for one hour, but only the general things. After that day, we got close between each other in such a way that I can touch her in all the possible ways. At that day, my heart told, I can fuck her some day. When I went to her home one day, she came and. “I'll stick you in therapy. Get you to understand how he tricked you.”“He's not Dad,” I muttered.“No, he's worse.” She gave me a hard look. “Now, you get in the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then we're going to the pharmacy.”“What?”“I'm getting you Plan B. No way my daughter's having an incest rape baby, you hear me.”“I'm on the pill,” I muttered, anger seething in me. “You don't have to do that.”“Don't have to do that?” she hissed. “You think I want to do this? I'm supposed to be at work.. My head shook and took hold of the bottle and brought it up to my lips, anything to keep from reaching up to touch the lovely brown hair that framed her face. The look she gave me was one of knowing. So, she knew. Knew what I was thinking as I kept the constant drink of whiskey. I hoped the burn would stop me from thinking such things, but no luck. Her leg shifted and I watched the dim lamp light float over her dark skin. My eyes closed and I took another long sip. I felt myself tremble, lips. I didn't have much luck the first day. I did find the bills of lading for a trans-modal dock full of trailers ready to pick up. It was fun digging through them. It was a variant on dry-van bingo without having to use a pry-bar. I went back to the resort to have lunch, then filled the back of the pickup with cleaned out trash cans to go fresh produce hunting. I found avocado, cocoanut, plantains and finger banana. I found what had been a truck garden and had reseeded the hell out of itself. I.