“Man of the house”, “treat you that way”, “love you, and each other”, “seeing too many others and ignoring the people we love the most�..., these words were so like what I had said the night before!“Am I hallucinating, or in a coma? Was I in a car wreck on the way home last night? I swear I thought I’d gotten an Uber or Lyft or something...” I said.“No, Daddy, no coma.” smiled Talia.“You were in bed naked when I woke up, dear” said my wife.I looked over the bed -- yes, there were the clothes and. She felt a huge closed fist pushing against her tiny anus. She felt an unbelievably tight pressure building around her anus. It was hundred times multiplied compared to when she had to strain really hard to push out very hard and big log of feces.Heather without being aware held her breath as her uncle persisted with now very painful pressure on her anal ring. Suddenly heather felt as if her uncle had cut her anal ring with a knife. She felt her anus give way and she screamed with excruciating. “Uh-Huh! It ... it-it w-was P-Pennywise! He was in my closet, D-Davey! He ... he ... he wants to make me f-float!” Amber stuttered out to me while she shook, still sobbing into my shirt.Mom and Dad still had no clue that Amber had watched part of the TV movie ‘IT’ a few months ago when it had played in November. It had scared the shit out of her, and she had been having nightmares about the clown Pennywise for the past few months.“Amber, I know how much that clown scared you, but he’s not real.. "I'll join in at some point." All right." She moved forward, but, well, it's hard to explain, exactly. She missed insulting me by millimeters, only because it was clearly nothing personal. Her attitude said that she expected nothing new or of interest from me; she really didn't care one way or the other, but if given a preference, she'd have avoided the whole thing as a waste of her time. It was like I was seventeen and she was a hooker -- this might be an adventure for me, but it was more like.