She had been betrayed by her fatherand Trish . . . and yet, they were doing something that's perfectlynatural; something all grownups do . . . they wo...ldn't have done it infront of her. Still, she had always thought of sex as something goodand clean, something you did with someone you really loved--not just theslapping together of bodies . . . She was so confused. If only shehadn't seen them together . . . if only she hadn't seen her mother withthose two disgusting fairies . . . if only she. Cathy just stood still, shaking and trying not to throw up. Stood blocking the doorway he removed his sweatshirt and stripped to the waist. 'No!' she protested. He roughly grabbed her both arms, turned her away from him and pushed her forward under the cold water. Cathy screamed. He span her round to face him, as she screamed again he punched her hard on the face. The blood from her nose gushed down, with the water from the shower, to stain the front of her clinging t-shirt a pink-red. “Are you angry? I’m starving and this is a good place,” she said. I couldn’t understand, then I realized what she wanted to say, and I chuckled, “You probably meant that you are hungry, not angry!” I corrected her.I could see the change of mood in her eyes, she was upset. “Oh my! I hate that. I generally pay more attention when I speak, but sometimes I let go and then, see what happens? I should stop speaking but I can’t,” she said, blushing more and more, and probably she was on the verge of. But she must keep control of herself... ! She mustn't give herself to this debauched, incestuous pig who was humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination... when there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept whatever degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Oh dear God! My Antoine... forgive me my darling... ! Oh... ! Oooohhh... !Her groans drove Larreau's tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, pulsing lips of her tortured cunt..