"You are a good licker and smoocher, Hank, I am getting all squishy down there," she says as I smooch them. Then I take and hold them, somehow making ...his even better."Hank," She says as if she is running out of breath. "Go back to beating off with my glasses down there and my beads around it. Keep licking and smooching my glasses. My sweet half-glasses, you could love calling them that, couldn't you?" Well yes, Mom, I could."Mom tells me as she pushes her breasts into me as I lick and smooch. Then, just as you proposed to me I would have said no because fathers can't marry daughters. I wanted to hurt you in the most hateful way I could."Stunned, I just sat there. My own daughter had hated me so much that she would have done that. I was at a loss for words. I broke away from her and walked over to the bar. I needed a drink to calm my nerves.Julie followed me over and asked for a drink too. Figuring that we had both been pretty wound up I made them doubles. We sat in silence as me. It was a lovely day out, warm for the season, but Trisha’s boss at the boutique was stiff in the back: if it’s an eight hour shift and there are clients dropping in, even if sporadically, then you girls need to stay put and work your asses off. The contrast of the sight of the blue sky and sunshine outside the window and the plethora of cold and warm ceiling lights and other LED lights in the boutique flipped Trisha out, at least inside. She held back, had to, and all she could do was counting. " They need you," Diana said. "Enough to see if you'll work with me or one of those two. They'll wait for Morgan if that's what it takes, Tavi." My dad is dead," I said. "My sister is gone. You were there, you were a part of it!" I know," Diana replied. "I have to pay. It's what you are. It's what they expected from me."I slammed the door shut before she could say anything else.It was almost dark when Morgan walked into my bedroom. I had been staring out of my window since touching Diana."They.