And there was no one I could ask for help.As I said, my father was almost always away in those days and when he was home, some strange noises would co...e out of their bedroom. My brothers said it had reached the point where Daddy was spanked and humiliated just like I was, but they couldn’t be sure because they had never seen it happen.All that changed though, one weekend when Mom had invited her friends and their daughters over to our house for a “target party” which meant I had to stand in. ”“Then go find your skank and leave Ella alone.”“What did you say to me?”“Did I stutter?” I replied, not backing down.“You want to go?” he challenged.“As a matter of fact, I do. You and me, in the gym, after last bell.”“You’ll regret this,” he yelled at me, while walking away.Ella grabbed my arm, looking scared. “Are you crazy, that guy is so much bigger than you. He’ll beat you up.”I smirked back at her. “Don’t worry about me baby, I’ll be fine.”The three of us walked to homeroom together and. The back window rolled down and a tough looking man asked where I was going. I told him to the store to get black bread and vodka. He told me get in and he would take me to the store. It was hot and I was a tired 16 year old so I said yes. The car was cool and their was vodka on the shelf in the car. My father had been "cuddling" with me since I was 13 and I started to get breasts. He would offer me vodka and I had gotten to like the buzz. I would let him play with my private areas, but never. Next day same as previous, she went off to work and I made a beeline for her knicker drawer! shock those white nylon panties weren't there!! She must have been wearing them! oh well back to my Painting.Day 3 and all upstairs doors painted I was working downstairs. I decided to take a breather and have a cuppa out the back garden. I noticed those nylon white panties high up on the washing line with a lot of other clothing. How was I going to get at them panties now as this was probably the last.