And had asked her somehow to clarify it for her, as Sam could not remember from her previous acquaintance with it.Samantha had no idea how to do it wi...hout asking him, but then she had found this bathroom door,just ajar enough to take a chance that she would not get caught, and if she did, passing it off as an accident.Samantha waited, watching from behind as her father soaped himself, down his chest and thighs. She could not take her eyes off his bum,almost wishing that this man was not. Dan apologized to his wife and quickly filled her in on everything that had gone on—about their daughter’s boyfriend break-up, how unhappy she was, how much she needed sex and love. Mary quickly understood that she ought to be more sympathetic. She squatted down next to her daughter and began stroking the girl’s hair as she continued giving her father the blowjob. “Oh, my baby!” said Mary soothingly. “I know what it’s like to be unhappy—I was too, until I met your father. That big cock tastes. You know I must have you.”She started to pull her hand away from the table, and I grabbed it.“Just once Blair. Once, and you can have whatever you want.”Now she did look away.“I haven’t… I’ve never…done that before.”If only she knew.“I’ll make it soft for you. Gentle. You’ll be a goddess in my arms.”“Take me home.” She said suddenly. “I want to go home.”I snapped the necklace’s box shut.“Have it your way.”I would have it mine.***The drive home was quiet. I read the clock on the dashboard.. .." I trail, unsure what how to word my apology.Samantha is dying. The doctors give her a 50/50 chance in her surgery. And it's now zero hour. Pretty shitty 18th Birthday, right?"Don't. Don't make this final. Please. I'm going to make it through this. I will be fine. Besides... ha, I got the birthday present I wanted." She tells me."Which one? You had so many ideas I could write a book." I respond, trying to be light-hearted."D.R.S, dummy. " she tells me, grinning. "In seven minutes, I'm going.