Carla knew I was a lesbian but we hadnt acted on it at my sleepover because I was so paranoid about my parent. Carlas parents were liberal, tolerant a...d absent most of the time. . Anyway, we were on her bed and watch a chick flick on her TV on her bedroom wall. Then she goes and steals a bottle of Vodka from the kitchen and grins wickedly! We pretty much drink the lot and are very drunk by about midnight. Hey, Carla says. Im going to take a shower now ok? I needed one too so I asked if I could. I waved at him as he stared back blankly, his mouth a gaze. What was wrong with him? I wondered as I smiled back awkwardly. He didn't move, just stood there with his top off, jeans hanging from his hips, a strange look on his face."Oh shit!" I jumped, quickly realizing why he was staring. I ducked down under the window, creeping back to the stairs and running up as fast as I could. I was still wearing the dress! my mind raced. shit, shit, shit! I thought as I whipped off the dress and pulled on. His hands were roaming all over my body, they found their way to my ass, he squeezed it and groaned like a hungry a****l. I knew that at that point I lost all control of the situation.He forcefully turned me around and bent me over the couch. At first he caressed my ass, kissing it. Then he grabbed it with both hands and squeezed very hard, I let out a little cry of pain which only seemed to fuel him more. He began to spank me, I felt each slap push the couch forward a little. At first it hurt. ’ I sat there, shocked. Revulsion filled me. I had sworn never to have anything to do with that man, and now here, in my bed, was his daughter! ‘I think you need to leave now,’ I said quietly, barely able to contain my rage. I reached over and tossed her clothes. ‘But Al!’ ‘Out, get out of my house, now!’ With tears streaming down her face, Morghan got dressed and left the house. It wasn’t until I heard her car drive away that I gave into my own grief. Two months, it had been two months.