Her name was Antoinette and she had the most beautiful brown eyes and she always wore her hair up, covered by a scarf. I walked her home one evening a...d she had told me about her family, how her mother was not well and how her sisters worked in a fabric mill for very little money and her brothers shined shoes in the square. I lavished her with gifts, clothes made with silks from the Orient, perfume from France, jewels from all corners of the world, most of which she probably pawned for much. It was like I wasn’t there. It was as if I was having sex with a beast, not my Daddy… And I realized this is what shocked me. That weird, strong, orgasm was building up, but also was the pain. They were escalating together, and in my head, it would keep happening, I would feel more and more pain, and I didn’t see him stopping. That’s what I feared. It wasn’t like I couldn’t stand what was happening, I feared how that would follow, as it was excruciating already. When that orgasm burst inside of. " he said, his eyes and voice practically pleading with her."It's not even...its just...ughhh it wouldn't work. No one knows aboutthis part of my life." He let out a frustrated sigh.Savannah backed away slightly, as something in her expression changed."Ok," she said, nodding."I did have fun tonight," Evan began, trying again. "A lot of fun..Ijust wish...." Yeah, well you're not getting of that easy," she said in her usualtone, as Evan looked at her questioningly. "You still have to wear. Annie and Nancy went into labour on the same day and gave birth to beautiful girls who ruled our lives from that moment on. Newspapers besieged us with offers of money for photographs and interviews, all of which we refused.On the day I brought Annie home from the hospital, a rather dowdy youth took a picture of us swinging into the driveway. It was raining and he looked thoroughly soaked and miserable.I stopped the car. "Who do you work for?"“No-one, sir. I'm just starting out as a freelance.