Two years have past. Cassie is walking and talking and Jeanie bought a new stroller saying, "The old one had at least a zillion miles on it." Cassie i... delighted once a month to see Glen pull up in front in his big silver Peterbilt. Several times he has spent the night with Jeanie but always goes back on the road. Jeanie is ready to walk Cassie to the babysitter and has just started to close her door when the phone rings. She hurries back inside and checks the caller ID. Seeing it is Jan, she. Starting from her neck and taking a few minutes to suck her nipples before traversing her stomach probing her navel with his tongue. He was now at the crest of her snail trail. But he pulled his face away to take her leg into his hands and started kissing it tenderly on the inside of her knee. Travelling up her inner thigh with his light kisses he finally came to her outer lips. Parting them with his tongue, he started to tease her clit with light flickers as his hands pulled and pinched her. "Daddy!" she cried coming up to me and hugging me. Her enthusiasm surprised me."Yeah, I'm still that, I guess," I said."Daddy, you will always be that to me," she said. "I've been mad at myself since that day we left. I mean the way we treated you, me and mom." Okay?" I said. I didn't trust myself to respond. I still harbored a whole lot of anger; yes, even toward my daughter. And, yes, I know how bad that sounds."I miss you, dad," she said. "Do you have time to go eat?" Now?" I said. She. The girl smiled in the dark closet, it was a victory; she still had a weapon. She considered her prison. It was small and there was a pile of soft fabric, blankets sheets and towels she guessed from the feel of it. She felt around for a light switch; there was none. She expected them to come get her soon, so she got ready to attack. Thinking about how best to escape the house as the minutes crept slowly past. Rachel woke up suddenly, as light flooded the closet. She had not wanted to fall.