..RENE! I carefully opened the envelope and removed the plain white paper. I unfolded it and began to read the hand written note It read "THE CAR WI...L ARRIVE PRECISELY AT 5 PM. PLEASE SEE THAT YOU ARE READY" It was signed simply with an "R".I sat down and stared at the somewhat cryptic note, reading and re-reading it several times. I found myself slowly tracing the engraved letterson the back of the envelope with my fingertip. I thought to myself "Chrissie, what does this mean?.....Where. I don't want to see you or hear you, I think it's the only way I can handle this. Got it?" Okay, Daddy," she pouted. She started to play with the bottom of her t-shirt, but I shook my head and looked at the camera above. So, she pouted, took the paper bag and flounced out the door. As she walked down the hallway, I could see her deliberately switching her hips to tease me as she made her way to the exit.I got home a little after midnight, and this time I didn't get a beer. My fingers trembled. Next to the crystal clear pond in our back yard was a small guest house with two bedrooms and a kitchen. By the end of the summer, I ended up spending more nights in the guest house than in my own bedroom, which was on the top floor of the house. I'd always felt trapped in that bedroom. I was living with my parents, but my father was almost never home and my mother kept herself busy with the book she was writing. I didn't know anyone in town yet so I was usually by myself at the beginning of. When they saw this they all started slapping me again another thirty or forty times. I actually lost count. The tears were flowing down my cheeks but these guys just laughed at me. They told me I was going to suck them all and would probably get my ass slapped a lot more and even harder because that is how faggots should be treated and if I cried or asked them to stop I would get it even worst.It was then that the first guy shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my mouth while the other two.