He could just imagine showing up to his new unit with Dustin telling others what had happened when he tried to be nice and invite Trey to his home.For...Eric, this was a dream. A scenario being played out in his mind if not in reality. The first night he came home from work he had a hard on and wistful expectation. He wasn't getting everything he wanted but the excitement was so real, the notion so incredibly erotic. He had dreamed about this so long!By Tuesday afternoon the curiosity was too. Me in a stroller, a goofy hat on my head. Me crawling around, standing in the living room while holding onto the coffee table, my father kneeling behind me, his hands spread, ready to catch me if I fell. About two years' worth. And then they stopped.There was a blank page in the book and then there were two more sets of pictures. One was of Daddy playing with me in a park. He was pushing me in a child's swing; one with holes for the legs to fit through. Me sitting on a playground. “Why” Becky asked as she stopped the swing of her legs and brought her feet up cross legged to reveal soft fine hairs now exposed around her panties.“Jesus Becky, are you really that dumb?Jim was teased by her proximity and at the same time angered by her silly play.“The man is twice your age” Jim continued, “you must know Ron has slept with half the woman in Detroit AND your dad will k**l the both of you if he ever finds out you have direct knowledge of his. Go in armoured. No trust.“Joshua, they shot you.”Don’t know. Who. “They” are. Yet.I squeezed her hand.Long day. Tired. You should go home. Rest.“I’m staying here.” She spoke if there was no question of any alternative.Yael.“I’m staying here.” Her eyes blazed.Okay. Okay.I squeezed her hand in surrender.“I’m going to arrange a bed to be brought in.” She stood up. “You sleep, okay?”Will. Do.I closed my eyes, and was unconscious immediately.When I woke up moonlight was shining into the ward from.