Dad can we talk?”“Uh—okay, come in,” I said. “I skittered back inside on my wheel board and led her into the small front room of my small an... unpretentious one bedroom abode. My computer, one loaned to me by the church, was sitting on the little all-purpose table across from the couch. “Have a seat,” I said, indicating the couch that I rarely sat on. She did.“Dad, how are you?” she said. She was clearly nervous, but hell, so was I.“Okay. I’m okay,” I said. “It’s good to see you. But again,. Before they started fucking me I was made to suck their balls and tellthem how much I wanted their beautiful cocks and what a worthless slutI was. They slapped me and fucked me like the tramp slut I was and whenthey were finally through ripped what was left of my clothes off me andpushed me out the door into the mid-morning sun with little more thenmy fuck-me pumps (which I had been and then some) still locked on myfeet, a tape recording, and a handful of disgusting pictures. Icarefully made it. For three more hours.”“Give me a minute to get my bearings and I’ll help,” Liz said. “Did you sleep at all?”“Three or four hours,” I said.“Travis!” Liz said.“Liz!” I shot back. “I’ve got a thousand fucking things to do – and I have to get 998 done by 11 o’clock.”She pinched her nose.“Yeah,” she said. “I need you in with me while we talk to George. Morrie wants to have this conversation in person and he has to be on a plane as soon as we wrap up with George. We can fly him back down if you get. I stopped the car and asked her directly for a blowjob in the car itself. She again denied saying that she doesn’t feel like. I asked her if she can sleep with that guy, why can’t with me!She was shocked at what I was saying. I asked her why is she sleeping with him. She denied it. I showed her pics on my phone. She was shocked as fuck. She snatched my phone and deleted them. But I had already made a number of copies in the mail. I told her the same. I told her that I am going to show all this.