Though college has been very enjoyable, money has always been tight, and Samantha has racked up a great deal of debt. Her boss, the director of the ar...ory museum, asked Samantha if she could do him a favorite and work late on Halloween night. The good natured Samantha of course volunteered when she saw the desperation on her boss’ face when no one else agreed to help him out. She knew that he wanted to spend time with his kids on Halloween, and so she had to say yes; she didn’t even bother to. What I really wanted was my Dad. I know that's wrong but he was everything to me.I always hugged and kissed my Dad. It was just natural for us. Ever since I was a little girl I would get in bed with him when I had nightmares. He always made me feel so safe. As I got older he told me I couldn't sleep with him anymore.I cried and thought he didn't like me anymore but he sat me down and told me about the birds and the bees. He explained about incest and how wrong society said it was. I felt much. I really didn't think I had pulled on it that hard so I loosened my grip a bit and stopped."Are you okay? I, I've never, um pulled on someones ear like that so..." She just stood there head tilted slightly less than it was before, eyes closed, humming in contentment. I fully released the earring and began to reach for some boob when her eyes snapped back open."Aww, is that all? I barely even felt that. C'mon do me harder." I grabbed a full handful of titflesh through her shirt and began to maul. .and it gets me..." he paused. "Just promise me not to look back and get to the truck. Take the truck for help."She cried more but shook her head in acknowledgement of his request. He grabbed her by the hand and they both ran for the truck. He put the keys in the ignition, but didn't start it. He didn't want to be run off by some meth head, or old bull. Besides, all of their stuff was still here, and it was dark. If he wrecked the truck they'd be screwed.He spent the rest of the night.