But then he said, sorry darling, it´s just because i´m afraid that something is happen to you, you know your are my little sunshine and i love you s... much. I go to his arms and we watch TV. He had his Arm around my shoulder and his fingers twiddle my arm, it was such a nice feeling. Daddys eyes was closed and i feel how his fingers going to my little breast. he twiddle my nipples and under my shirt they become so hard and i feel soo well. Later i go to the bathroom and take a shower, like every. It was also a way to get out from under the strict, watchful eye of my family. I lived for Saturday mornings. I really like the swim coach. I liked the way he took time with me, joked about things and helped me to hone my skills; just an all right guy.One fateful Saturday morning I had missed looking on the schedule sheet and there were no lessons that day but since I was already there the coach told me I could stay a little while and help clean and organize stuff for an upcoming meet. I was. I told him to get inside first and freshen up so that he can go to bed. I have only one bed in my bedroom. I told him to sleep on it but he rejected and slept on floor. I guess he was kind of shy and respectful. He woke up at 9 and we had diner for first time together. He was bit ok now relaxed and happy that someone help me. He thanked me and we had diner. I made diner for him .We spoke for few minutes had deserted ice cream and slept together. I told him to sleep on my bed. He was kind of. “Consumed?”“Consumed, eaten, assimilated, the word doesn’t matter.”“That’s...” Logan stopped short of saying “crazy”. After all, this was Hell, and there was no shortage of crazy in this place. “That makes no sense,” he offered instead.“Doesn’t it?” Alan asked. “Tell me, how much do you know about Christian teachings on the subject of Hell?”“Not much,” Logan admitted. “I was never the religious type.”“I was,” Alan replied. “That is to say, as much as I had to be to convince people to throw.