Too long, might I add. I run a hand through my black hair and start to put my instrument away. I didn't even like marching band. My parents didn't wan... me to go out "partying all night," or "smoking all day," so they refused to pay for college if I didn't participate in - you guessed it - the college band. And it sucks. I knew it was bad in high school, but this was ridiculous. Four hour practice? Seriously? I have classes to study for, shit to do. Anyways.I put my instrument in my locker and. But he got me so that I was sitting on him with my chestagainst his stomach, with my knees wide apart at either side of his hips.And, once again, I felt his penis become erect inside his pants and pressagainst the crack between my legs. Yet I didn't move. I wanted to see whatwould come next.With my face pressed against his chest, he rubbed my back a few times,from my neck all the way down until my tailbone. Once his hand went alittle too far and he rubbed a bit of my butt, but the other times. She was responsible for all this; she was the one that should answer for this. For a moment I fealty anger at her (something that would later pass forever), how els could my father do this unless she forced him somehow. She was beautiful, and sexy in the pictures. Was he leaving us for her? I had to go to her, confront her about all this; maybe if she stopped everything could be fix (I was so maybe).The next weekend wile my father was at work, and there was no one home I took a bus to the other. ”“That sucks,” Jennifer sighed.“It does. But what’s the alternative? Melanie’s solution?”“NO!”“Exactly. I had a few months of therapy to help me get past Birgit. And look at all the crap I went through. And I dragged you through it with me.”“No, I went willingly; you didn’t drag me.”“Yes, you did. And we went willingly to help Melanie. It’s not going to be pretty despite her attitude change today. There’s something deeply wrong with Melanie that is going to take a professional to find and help.