Of course you don’t speak English.” She leaned back against him, resting her head against the line of his shoulder as her hands settled over his.... Out of all the people in town, it was among all the impossibles that she’d find the one who spoke English, and the only person who seemed to know her without asking. Without demanding. Without sucking the life out of each moment she wanted to cherish, in the name of protecting her. She rolled her head to the side, allowing his breath to billow. Sitting perfectly quiet and still, I watched her closely as she seemed to fall softly into an angelic slumber. When I was sure that she was finally asleep, I decided to try to put my body more at ease. Very very slowly I started to move my hand from under the blanket, subtly testing to see if she was a light sleeper. So far so good…maybe sitting in the back of the bus with my body towards the window and concealed under a blanket I could help myself out a little before the rest stop. I wondered. I sip my scotch and light up one of the cigars from the box on the bar, its Cuban and smokes wonderfully. I start to speak to the man closest to me as the lights dim indicating that something is about to happen. The lights in the viewing area start to brighten, finally I'm going to see what all the mystery is about, it's funny I haven't seen anyone I recognize. As I take a seat I realize I am looking down into a large gray cement room with various padding, chains, and tables everywhere. As I. My father would be sitting at the table drinking his coffee dressed in pants and one of those wife beater style undershirts. He would look at me knowing I wouldn't even try to sit down. I stood there in my long nightgown as my father moved to the lone chair in the middle of the room."Raise your nightgown daughter." He would say. I pulled my nightgown up to my waist exposing my white panties to him. Then he reached over grabbing the elastic waist band of my panties. He then slowly rolled them.