"Yea," I called after her. Shifting my gaze to my daddy, I said, "It was good." My daddy looked away, put his cup on the counter and walked past me wi...hout looking at me. "Go on and get to bed, Rosie. We'll go get your car when you get up." He went into the bathroom and closed the door. Alone in the living room, I wondered if I had just dreamt the past two hours. I closed my bedroom door, sat on my bed and hiked up my skirt. My daddy's cum had made my thighs sticky. I slipped a finger into my. ” “Open your pants.” This was it. I had to test him. Without hesitation, he undid his belt and opened his pants. I was thrilled. “Philip, unzip the pants and pull them off.” He unzipped the pants and pulled them off, one leg at a time. Now he was sitting there in his boxers. I looked to see if he showed any signs of being aroused. I could see no bulge. “Philip, take your boxers off.” He shook his head no. “Philip, you are very hot and you itch. You are all alone. Take your boxers off.” He. Luckily I had enough time to lock the door before she recovered from her surprise. She began yelling obscenities at me through the door, but I just walked away. I called my apartment manager (putting her on speakerphone, since I couldn't reach my ear), and explained to her that Jenny was no longer welcome, and that when she returned, I wanted her watched as she packed. She said she understood, and gave condolences about my accident, before I hung up with her.I then went and laid down for a nap,. Wendy was in very serious psychological trouble, something that went way beyond a simple addiction to gambling. Burnside wondered if perhaps she was only days away from committing suicide. There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask her quickly and directly, extracting the truth before the student had time to think of an evasive answer. Burnside drew a quick breath. ‘OK, a quick question. Are you, right now, thinking about committing suicide?’ Wendy sat silent. ‘I asked you a.