"Hey, what happened to you?" Simba asked."Oh, I'd rather not say..." Kiara started, with a vague feeling of shame in her voice."Kiara, I'm your father... don't be afraid to talk to me about your problems." Simba quickly responded."Your sure you won't be mad at me?" Kiara asked with a look of hurt on her face."I'm sure I won't if you'd just tell me how you got that cut on your leg." Simba answered.Kiara rolled her eyes, as if there was nothing she could do but tell her father the truth."Well, Kovu. Timmy realised that with the new role reversal this was now the equivalent of a dirty old man."Such pretty knickers for a little girl... do you think you could show them to me," he purred.Timmy wanted to get away from this horrible old woman, but he realised that he would risk a spanking from his new mother, besides, this had obviously happened to them before.He looked over at Daisy. She had a little smirk on her face. Timmy realised that she obviously didn't seem to think this was so bad and. Prince," she said cautiously. "So I was in the neighborhood." Dr. Prince?" Harold Prince was principal of Barry Goldwater High School. He was approaching sixty and still a world-class womanizer."I'd rather not go into it," she said curtly.I shifted uncomfortably on the straight chair. My eyes returned to Renae's bare thigh. "How did you know where I live?" It's a small town." She pointed to the pile of my underwear that had spilled onto the floor next to the laundry basket. "That's. He takes it for consent and guides me toward the bed. His hands lightly brush my nipples as he reaches for my face. The shock of the brief touch sends a wave of desire through me. I grind my body against his and he laughs, laughs knowing the power he holds over me. Laughs knowing I’m helpless to stop him. He traces the lines of my face with his finger, traces the path of his fingers with his kiss. My breath comes in gasps, I whisper his name. Putting his hands firm on my back, he smiles. His.