What the hell was wrong with me? I should be having better control over my urges.But daddy was so big. So strong. So fucking manly and dominating.He w...s unlike anyone I had ever seen, including Nick, my boyfriend. And Nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of training. A small part of me wondered if daddy had always been this way or if his years in jail had turned him into this menace of a man. I was so small when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his name. I certainly. Now Amos said: “I show you where house goes.”Four of them stood up. Amos began walking westward. “What about Joshua?” Richard asked.“No stock, no need for stockman,” Amos responded. “Andrew my son.” The group crossed a small creek and walked about half a mile. Then Richard could see a hillock. “That’s your site.”Richard walked up the hill, walked around on it. “Where’s the highway?” Amos pointed. “I want to walk there.”It took him about 10 minutes. Looking east, Richard could see his red ute,. It was a disguise. It was a mystery. I got my beer, walked over and sat next to her at the bar. I ignored her. While I nursed my beer two guys hit on her, one right after the other. She brushed them of effortlessly. “It must be annoying to have guys trying to pick you up all night,” I said. “Depends on the guy.” She didn’t even look at me as she said it. She sounded bored. “How about me?” She turned to look for the first time. “We’ll have to find out.” Her voice gave nothing away, but I noticed. In fact, Fritz’s apartment was a pigsty. There were bottles, tins, packets, ashtrays, and dirty laundry lying all about the place. Fritz was a heavy smoker, but that’s not all he smoked. Resultantly, his teeth were stained and his long fingers with nails bitten to the quick, also bore the discoloration due to nicotine and weed.Fritz had an unhappy childhood. His dad had left Fritz and his mother when he was six and Fritz knew exactly why. The fucking bitch, his mother, never stopped moaning..