"Daddy, truth or dare?" Truth," he replied, his eyes fastened on my sister's little white panties."Who was the first person that you ever made love to..." My high school sweetheart." Dad replied, still staring at my sister."Earth to Dad, it's your turn," I prodded after a few moments of silence on his part."My turn? Oh yeah," Dad said his voice a bit husky. "Truth or dare, Moppet?" Dare." Well, I can't have your sister sitting over there by herself. Off with the shorts, please," he instructed as. ”As Lizzy spun around angrily, the priest smiled, taking his car keys from a pocket below his cassock.Lizzy jumped back into her car and drove down the hill, through the chocolate box village of her childhood, and past the old cement works. There were wisps of smoke coming from some of the old kilns, she noticed. The cement dust on the road was thicker than she remembered; they must have restarted the works that “Daddy” once owned, she thought.She sobbed at the single recollection that was. Izzy blinked once and snapped the book shut. "That sounds a bit ominous?" she said cautiously.Daniel looked at her quickly as he sat down facing her. She really was turning into a cheeky young woman. He thought with a touch of fondness, of the timid little girl perched on the edge of his sofa; trying her best to be invisible...She grinned at him displaying that dimple, and he buried that other Izzy as a thing who would never come again.He sighed regretfully, but found that deep down – if he was. I asked where she was and quickly got in my car. I drove out to pick her up. She was sitting on the curb when I pulled up. Her eyes were puffy and she was huddled up trying to keep warm in the cold. She didn't have any injuries save for a small bruise on her arm.I left the engine running and got out of my car. I took off my jacket and threw it over her back as I helped her up and into the passenger seat.It was a short ride back to my house, but it seemed like an eternity. I asked her what had.