A figment of my imagination. How else would I know what kind of gun he carried? No. I heard what I heard. ‘Get out of bed and get into the tub NOW!�...� 4:25 4:26 4:27 Oh my god. The rustling is coming from inside my room. It’s right over my bed. I should open my eyes and look, but I hear the rustling, and I’m too scared to peek. Is it his jacket? What the fuck is the noise? The panic is taking over. I feel like I’m going to piss my pants, right here in my bed. I’m frozen with terror, and I don’t. I was about to use my own daughter as a sexual plaything, a task no mother should consider about her own daughter. “Are you wet”, I asked, “is you cunt dripping with desire”, I whispered in her ear. My hands held the table on either side of my daughter, as my body leaned forward, her head resting between my 38C breasts. I had her pinned.“Yes mommy”, she said, her breaths ragged.I slapped her arm, playfully, not enough to hurt her, but to tech her a lesson. “I want you to talk dirty, you. “Look at this. This is your little Charlotte in my house that night you took Abby to meet Jeff outside of his school camping trip to have fun,” said Matt while showing him a picture of Charlotte watching television in her white blouse and light pink mini skirt, sitting with her knees to her chest, feet planted widely apart on the edge of Matt’s living room sofa, accidentally exposing her white cotton panties with scallop-edge side trims. Then, Matt showed him another picture of Charlotte’s. That was a decision maker, I thought."I guess I'll stay in Vannie's room ... if that's OK with you," I said tentatively, trying to observe the niceties of politeness."I suppose so," she said with a disgusted look. "I was hoping you'd have a sense of adventure, Harry," the woman said without cracking a smile."It would certainly be an adventure," I agreed, looking carefully over to a frowning Vannie.She couldn't hold the pose. She began to laugh. "I think you and Momma are going to get along just.