I hated it, he knew it. He forced up another. I could have cried from the searing pain, he had gone mad on it just days ago and it still felt raw, it ...as exacerbated further when he pushed in a third finger… but I couldnt. I refused to. He was holding them in like he wanted to feel the motions of his own dick inside me and he was swearing and jolting like a maniac. Why? I dont know, I could hardly ask. He pulled his fingers out, and also his dick-moving it down to where his fingers had so. I can’t leave now. What would Nancy think? But can I stay?“Stay or leave! Decide.”“Stay.” Did I really say that!“Undress now then. No more delays or I will not let you keep your underwear on.”I took a deep breath. I undid my tie and took off my jacket. I glanced at Nancy she had not moved but was sobbing. Would she ever want to see me again after this? I looked back at her mom and realized she was getting more annoyed waiting. I took off my shoes and socks (did I need to? I didn’t know what to. I was only six at the time, and I don't really remember too much about him. I do remember my mother crying every night for a long, long time after she told me he wouldn't be coming home any more. She told me later that, in my six year old style, I tried to make her feel better, telling her that I loved her and that it was going to be okay. That's what she always told me whenever something I thought was bad had happened. You know ... sc****d knee, fell off a chair, stepped on a nail ... that. The first movie starts in 90 minutes," I responded."Would you like a small piece of birthday cake, Chrissy?" I asked."Thank you, yes I would, Chris." Dad, how about you—want a piece of cake?" Sure thing, Chris," he said entering his office.I went into the kitchen, found the paper plates and cut three pieces, making Dad's a large piece. I went and gave my sister hers first, set mine down, and then I took dads into his office.He thanked me and asked me to sit for a moment. He got up and closed.