But there was plenty of time for that, when Carly was a little older. It was true that she had survived Uncle Bob taking her young, and often. But the...e had also been a dozen times over those years when her period was late, and panic had set in. Carly wasn't on the pill, and didn't need to be for a year or two.Besides, she knew Tom. He'd never do that with Carly. He was entirely too prudish for that. She just knew it.So Tom resisted, and events conspired to support Beth's belief in a man who. Brianna had been tough. Sophia, too. They’d known Calix the longest so getting through to them was tricky. Like all of the women, she had to be certain she never cast blame on Calix. She made sure she took all the blame. She was careful to express her fears, though, and it just so happened the fears she had were tailored to the person she was with at the time ... and reflected their own fears.With Sophia, she played on the woman’s insecurities and natural submissiveness. With Brianna, it was. Glynn said "Hi!" and went upstairs. Lorena slid off the arm and into the chair, her mound dampened by the playing around her brother had done with it. Watching her dad mix a strong highball, she thought that he had had only wine today, but the minute he got home, he needed something stronger. "Mom's in bed early," she said to him. "Glynn said she had a little too much and called it a night." "That figures," he said. "Damn it! Today was so great, and now it turns sour, back in this house with. ‘What is going on here, young lady,’ he lectured me. ‘You are supposed to be bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to fly!’ ‘What am I a squirrel? Have a seat, I’ll be right out. The remote is shoved under that first cushion there.’ Before he could say another word, I turned and scurried off to the bathroom. My hair was wet but not washed, and I hadn’t shaved yet either. Fuck the shave, I told myself as I quickly lathered and rinsed my hair. I was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a cap.