Oh, how I love my father! His natural scent mixed with the aroma of fresh ground coffee, blended with the earthy scent of raw clay and glaze paints he...used in his studio—his muscles, strong, firm, and tireless after long hours of moulding, shaping earthenware—excited me anytime I'm with him. Long-haired in casual dreads and often in baggy clothes—a loose rock t-shirt and faded shorts with his bright orange crocks, his favourites—he's an artist so open and candid with me, treating me more like a. Some dreams come true, you know."The conversation continues as everyone feels better and looser as they consume another glass of wine while they eat. By the time Jill serves the dessert, they're all laughing and giggling as the wine takes its toll.Under the table, Jill feels Rosy rubbing her feet against hers, smiling at Jill as she does it. Jill smiles back, enjoying what Rosy's doing. Every once in a while, both girls intentionally pull their shoulders back, giving Jill and Allie another look. She couldn’t pretend to try to protect her forever. Maureen was a grown woman. She needed her space. The two women went inside, they crossed through the cluttered old kitchen to the living room. Maureen could see her daughter was tired and obviously preoccupied, certainly about the young man who’d just left, but she still needed to talk. Andrea asked, ‘May I get you a drink or something?’ Maureen answered, ‘No I’m good.’ Mom kept up the one sided banter, ‘Come on in. Let’s sit on the sofa a. “Tsk tsk tsk, punishment so soon, huh?” He gripped her long blonde hair in one hand and dragged her to her feet. Hunched over, still recovering she followed him, trying to cause herself the least pain possible as he led her. She knew she should be paying more attention to her surroundings, but her vision was still blurry, as he led her out of the small room her cage was situated in to what could only be described as a torture chamber. He chucked her to the floor dismissively, grabbed some.