Before long the jug was empty. That was when the Minister asked my daughter, “Janet are you a virgin?”Janet replied, “Yes.”Then he said, “I ...ould love to deflower you right here in this blessed water with sacramental wine flowing through your vanes. What do you say?”She looked at me and I smiled, she looked at her and she smiled too, then she looked at his daughters. They just smiled and told her that they had let him deflower them in the hot tub a few days ago. They said that it hurt a little. Several years ago I made a trip to the darkest reaches of the innermost jungles and befriended a witch there who taught me a few incantations that I might find useful in my travels.Using one such spell, I inhale and begin chanting in a strange language, gutteral but with a rhythm that gave it a fluidity. The door briefly glowed red before settling down with a creek. The joins were crooked now, the panels worn and cracked with age, and the steel trap around the handle was clearly visible.. "I mean, she was fine," I reply, giving another little nervous laugh."You have a type, sweetie," you laugh, shaking your head. "And that girl looked like you made her in a lab, just for you." Oh, yeah? What's my type?" Short, dark hair, cute butt, big eyes," you rattle off quickly, "and that look in her eye that makes you think she'd be fun to throw around." That's you. You're just describing you," I laugh, running my fingers up and down her back, playing with her bra strap where it crests over. Her people skills and problem solving skills allowed her to grow into a position where she was promoted to CFO within two short years.Completely devoid of emotional comfort, she threw herself into her work and compensated by making the men she worked with feel inferior. Holding their paychecks over their heads she was relentless in making the weak or the stupid know their place in life.Her father had always been a ladies' man, and was seeing his assistant. He had made comments to his workers.