But she thought that men were demanding, vain and unreasonable.Just because she didn't like men, however, did not mean that Sarah did not like cocks.S...e had been fucked a few times, and had adored to get her cunt-hole stuffed full of cockmeat and flooded with fuckjuice. But that was all that she wanted. And the men she had screwed had all wanted more--probably because Sarah had fucked them so well. They wanted her to be faithful to them, to pledge fidelity, to go steady, to proclaim her love.. Ohhhh, noooo!" she cried out, unable to control herself.She couldn't face the man, this man who was her father. She was his little girl and now ... now she had shown him what she really was--a slut who played with her pussy, a whore who finger-fucked herself, a tramp who fucked herself with anything she could find that would fit between her legs. She lowered her head, deeply ashamed of herself—"I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-I d-don't know wh-what to say," she stammered, lowering her legs.John held out. Schwartz was tired of fixing enough food for a freeloader. For whatever reason, Sunday was back to what was normal for me.On Sunday, I took Leah for a carriage ride up into the hills where it was a lot cooler. It was not until later that it dawned on me how much the elder Schwartzes trusted me with their daughter. I had only known Leah for a week and here we were making a trip out of town unchaperoned! This was just another thing that I had forgotten about how times had changed in the 21st. Maybe she was a spirit in truth, as I could never discover anything about her, no matter whom I asked. No one ever seemed to know her or see her – except me.Over time, I noticed that she walked closer and closer to where I was sitting, and farther from the sea, as if she were breaking free of its pull, and I wondered.Finally, one morning, I called out, “Good morning!”She tossed her head in acknowledgement, and continued walking, but I was sure her smile might have broadened, just a tad. But she.