Ithink she was expecting mom to buy her some more stuff.When we got home I put my new clothes away, put on my slippers, and messedaround on the comput...r. It was a low-key day after the morning mallincident. My sister went to a movie with some friends and my mother busiedherself planting some flowers. I had a lot of time to think but I didn'twant to think. Why didn't I tell my mom I hated the clothes? Maybe Ididn't hate them. I really wished I had someone to talk to but who? Icouldn't talk to. I wasn’t quite sure what that look was, that was the first time I ever noticed him looking her up and down like that. Then Billy looked up at me, I was standing there expectantly waiting for him to get out of my chair. He finally did. That was nothing, except it was almost like a challenge? +++ A couple of weeks later, Billy showed up with a projector he had bought. It was a huge thing, a big reel of tape went from one roll onto another past a light, which showed moving pictures on a white. I thought it was strange but didn't really care. maybe he loved me so much now that thats our special way of hugging. He then moved his hand out and put it on my back and began rubbing it. He slowly started easing his hand down till his fingers eventually made their way to the tip of my little butt crack which he started to rub back and forth with his finger through my nightgown. He then told me to get up and he pulled my nightgown up to where it was scrunched around my waist and he told me to. “Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t drive any further. I got way too tired.” Nathan replied with a slightly apologetic smile.“That’s okay, Daddy. You don’t need to be sorry. I’d much rather sleep in a bed anyway.” His daughter remarked, in a characteristically upbeat fashion. The pair climbed out the van, and made sure to lock it as they made their way over to the reception office to book a room.The man behind the desk was friendly enough, given the late hour of arrival. As Nathan had expected there.