Not until long after Ive dimmed their lights does the silence break. Both father and daughter are lying prone on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. J...cob works himself up to speak, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. Im sorry I called you a slut, Megan. After a long silence, he continues. Goodnight, Megan. I-I love you. He reaches out a hand to his daughter. With a soft sigh, Megan whispers back, I know, Daddy. Good night. She lets her arm drop from her body and she takes her fathers hand. Because if he is then you and us 3 going have fun. NO one else can't no one knows. I saw them agree with what was said and I said Yea he is right. Before they asked I said yes I've been with blacks on the streets. Leroy said you know it's only going one way - us fucking you. I said Okay. The other 2 were James and Darren. They told me to follow them. We went behind a pile of wood and into a hideout they made. Inside they asked what all I did. Back then I said get fucked and try sucking. It only takes three before he answers.“Hello.” He sounds nervous, as always.“Hello,” I say, making my voice soft and hopefully slightly seductive. “I’ll be performing this evening at nine.” In all honesty, I probably sound as nervous as him. “I want you to come.”He gives a little chuckle, so I know he’s understood the double entendre. It’s the first time I’ve heard my secret admirer laugh. “I’ll be there,” he says. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”He sounds a little more self-assured in spite. Can you come to me about one week before the show so I can get you ready?"Somehow I felt it wasn't a question but an order. And as any red blooded man would reply, "Whatever you say dear," was my answer. We made small talk for a while and just before hanging up, she said, "I'll email you an itinerary."Damn, but she did!"Damn I was going to have my hands full with this one." I thought.The next day a helicopter arrived exactly as the itinerary said.Too make a long story short, I was transported.