He had to wait until she came to him, willingly. What if she doesn’t? He thought, before shaking his head and pushing the notion from his mind. May ...s well get comfortable while I’m waiting. Taking off his shoes and his shirt, he relaxed back into the couch, turning his television, even though he wasn’t able to focus on anything on the screen. — Scrubbed clean, Tara’s mind was much clearer. She didn’t understand why Mark was playing hard to get. Perhaps he was just being shy. Maybe he wasn’t. ‘Yeah… they are.’ Don picked the toothbrush up again and the pad of his finger molested the fresh bristles. A nervous swallow pulsed in his throat, and his mouth stuttered open as he glanced up from the brush. He wanted to continue conversation, but the man had already turned his back and was buying his items. The stranger had so many things in his cart, and there was so much time for Don to say something to him. He watched the cashier scan carrots, diapers, tuna, peanut butter, pepper jack. When she took off her sweater, though, my inner asshole let out a long, sharp whistle and the gentlemanly side merely babbled incoherently. She was excruciatingly well toned, and was wearing a white wife beater over a gray sports bra. And she must really have been cold, because she was standing almost as sharply at attention as I was, myself. I don’t know if she felt me staring, or just correctly interpreted my sudden silence- she turned and flashed me a smile. ‘That was a long flight- got. As Samone looked at her sister, she saw the dried blood on her face. “What happened Trish? Did dad hit you?” Trish, feeling humiliated, not wanting Samone to know she had licked blood from her sister’s pussy, said “yes. He is a mean dad. He scares me”. Samone felt the same way.The next night the dad came home a little drunk, but not as drunk as the night before. He knew what he was going to do. He went to the girls room and the girls were hugging each other again in fear of what the father was.