Denise worked on the user manual until lunch time. She picked up her bag lunch and headed over to the lunch room. She took her normal place at her usu...l table and opened the bag. Karen walked past and glanced at the submarine sandwich with more than a little surprise. She paused and asked, "Is that your lunch?" Yes," Denise answered."That's more than you usually eat," Karen said wondering if the weight loss was actually a symptom of a serious health problem."I guess," Denise answered. She had. I’ll show you to your room.’ Angelique softly nodded her head as she went to the back seat of the SUV, climbing in quickly to grab her coat. She was in the process of straightening it out when her eyes found the objects sitting upon the floor of the front passenger seat. The two books, one clearly a photo album with the thick pages, the other what appeared to be a ledger book, and a box, a small metal box that looked like a small safe-deposit box. Whatever they were, she knew it had to be. " So?" "Don't be that way, after all he is your father." No he isn't. He stopped being my father when he turned me over to you and then sat on his butt while you fucked over my life."She gave me a long hard look and then she turned and left.For the next two months every time the door would open I would look half expecting to see my father walking in, but either Yolanda never told him or he didn't miss me near as bad as she had said. Then one day the door opened and I looked up from the. "I guess this feels really good to you!" You have no idea how good this feels to me! My ex-wife would never bathe with me! I tried many times to coax her into it, but she had me convinced that she was almost as prudish as her mother. Until I found out that she'd fucked that bastard in the shower ... SON-OF-A-BITCH!" He roared as he pounded the shower wall with his hand. His voice had gradually changed from a groan to a low, menacing growl as he remembered the anger and lust he'd felt when he'd.