Fondling her started, at perhaps, around age three. Then fingering began when she was five or six. That culminated when her father, using his 'Needle ...ick' with her between her seventh and eighth birthdays.She mentioned the incest had continued over the years up to the present time. Judy told Steve she loves her father and has accepted his physical and sexual attention. Putting it in very uncomplicated terms she said, "Very simply, it makes me feel good."After all," Judy explained, "My father. Still it felt good to be back in my own bed again. Mr. Owens brought over a portable TV, and set it up in our room. It had a big pair of rabbit ears on the top of it, but it actually got a pretty good picture. That really helped to pass the time away until Aimee got out of school.By the time I got home there was only a week of school left, and during the last week the kids in school made me a big 'get well' card and they all drew pictures in it and signed it. I laughed, or would have if I could. In fact, I got the idea that they were getting pretty friendly. We had a nice Christmas and I got gifts from everyone. That was something I had never had before. A real Christmas with a real Christmas tree and a real Christmas dinner. It felt good. Then I heard we were going to some New Year’s dance in town that Rod was invited to and the next thing I know, Eleanor is hustling me over to the new Bon Marché and buying a bunch of clothes for me. She just couldn’t keep from helping out. Then. And I had enjoyed it. I splashed some water on my face and went back in the bedroom to shake Alex.“Alex. Damn it Alex, wake up!”“Uh, what?”She looked like I felt, kind of. Alex’s so fucking gorgeous it makes me jealous sometimes: lean, long-limbed, angel face. Hard as nails, street-smart. Just turned eighteen and already a hard core dom. I wondered how her night had gone.“Hey, time to get up Alex. Where’s your lunatic friend, Petra.”She sat up and held her head like I had earlier. “Ugh, how.