She giggled, “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mmmmmm…that says it all doesn’t it, daddy…?” She plopped back on the bed, “Begin….”I dropped to my knee... and leaned forward. I pressed my nose to the toes of her left foot and slowly inhaled. Nikki could sweat in air conditioning; her foot was moist from being under a blanket. I slowly inhaled the scent of her foot. I kissed the ball of her foot; she moaned, and I kissed all across her foot to the heel. “Lick….”I licked the heel of her sweet young foot,. He said "You are becoming a big beautiful desirable girl" and he had a grin on his face. I was speechless I just kind of looked away, then he just got up and left the room like nothing had happened.I secretly liked what he had said and it made me feel good. It was strange because I started looking at my dad differently. My father is about 6'5 and I am about 5'11. He is 41, He is kind of bigger, slim, and he has thick thighs and a nice butt. He has beautiful hair. I started having these strange. The zinc countertop and the unshaved cook in a dirty apron are still present. Looking around, however, I note that the patrons are no longer the Italian goombas of the past. They have been replaced by a younger crowd of men wearing motorcycle jackets and boots. Each seems to have a young slut attached to him.Grabbing my ‘steamies’ and a soft drink I go out to eat at a table on the sidewalk. The show is excellent strutting she males, assorted pimps, pushers, bikers, whores still abound. My meal. Carol gasped in horror as she saw the four-footlong bamboo rod in the man's right hand. His arm swung down and the cane whirredthrough the air again before slicing across the upturned globes of the woman'sbottom with another wet 'thwack!' 'A hundred strokes, ten each time she comes… and all she did was swearat the General.' The Colonel's voice whispered in Carol's ear. 'Think of howmuch more important those codes are…' As he spoke the strokes continuedto provide a horrible screaming.