I wave smelling salts under her nose. She comes to. Iunloosen one side of the gag. It falls away from her mouth."Well? How did you like that?" Oh my...God, please no more no! Please" Will you behave? Will you as you're told? More education?" No please. Anything!" I'm going to fuck you. OK?"Silence."Answer." I can't stop you." You don't understand. You want me, you will want me to fuck you. Youwill beg me to fuck you. You will suck my cock. You will beg me to let you suckmy cock.. His hair was long and in tight corn-rolls with a dark color that matched his skin. The smile on his face was almost wicked when he whispered to me, “If you make any noise I will walk right into your kid’s room and hurt her really bad.” This caused me to freeze in a new level of panic I had never felt. His other hand was pulled back to his chest and I could clearly see the outline of a knife, and although my husband always carried one, it was terrifying seeing it in this mands hand. Flashes of. ‘Salty.’ She was tasting it in her mouth. ‘Good.’ She smiled, then she rested her head on my thigh to watch more TV. Geez, I thought. She’s amazing. ‘Dory . . . hey!’ She turned. ‘Do you know where you’re from? I mean where you were born? Or lived when you were a kid?’ ‘Santa Barbara.’ ‘You’re from Santa Barbara, California?’ She nodded vigorously. ‘And you know your birthday?’ ‘April 2nd.’ ‘And your last name is Mattson. Is that one or two t’s?’ She shrugged. I got up and dug in my suitcase. Then, on Saturday, the girl who does the laundry (and provides other services for Dad) arrived at our house in a skirt and blouse. She usually wears a t-shirt and jeans, so I knew that she was expecting to have sex with Dad again. Earlier in the week, I'd been dreading Saturday coming. Now, though, after listening to Mum and Dad early on Thursday morning, I was able to accept the situation more calmly. I somehow knew that Dad's lust for Rose would find a way. That his persistance would get him.