“Look how wet you’ve gotten.”His hands slid down over my ass, pressing against it reassuringly. I realised I was holding my breath and unsteadil... I let it out.“Ally?”It was my father’s voice, coming from somewhere from beyond the closed kitchen door. I looked over my shoulder in panic, and met Scott’s unabashed gaze. Hurriedly, I straightened up, dragging my panties over my burning ass. I sat down at the table, legs crossed, my hands frantically smoothing down my dress. My heart was. Let's cut to the chase here...every time he came to pick up my sister onSaturday night, I wished it was me he was picking up, and in bed at nightI would pleasure myself, picturing me dressed in the dress Carol worethat night, and in the arms of this Adonis. I was constantly fightingthese thoughts because I knew I was not queer, as a matter of fact I hadbeaten the shit out of a few guys I thought were.Every Saturday I went through the same hell, and when he would come overfor Sunday dinner it. I was surprised to find several people crowded near the door when I pushed my senses through it. A familiar unease passed through me from their malice.“Petra and Milla, can you come here a second,” I called out. I was surprised to see Nadine accompany them, but let it go. I pushed into Shalyndria’s cord and checked on where she was. Since she was seated in her study worried sick, I tried to communicate with her like I had Petra, “Princess, did you send any guards to the Church to back me. . at the ceiling again ... counted on her fingers and said, “Fourteen million, one hundred forty one thousand, one hundred forty dollars.” She looked stunned for a bit ... sat down with a thud ... got back up ... looked at us both.“Okay ... who did you kill?”“Nobody.”There was a long drawn out pause ... with a lot of heavy breathing and looking anywhere but at her ... and I said, “But we did lie to a government official.”And Jim said, “Not exactly.”“How not exactly?”“Well ... they never asked,”.