Even in his loungewear her dad still looked good. He had the button down pajamas with the first three buttons undone showing just enough chest to be ...exy. He wore loose gym shorts that showed off his muscular legs that he got from running before work. “I didn’t even hear you come down from your study,” Brenda said. “Probably because you were wrapped up in your own studies. You’re such a bookworm,” he chuckled, taking another sip and turning his body to face her. “Daddy, I just want to. “I think you need to be shown your place.” Smiling, Georgie flipped me over, shoving my face into the bed. I felt him approach me and I heard him fumble with his jeans and I knew immediately his intentions. I bucked and twisted but his hand was twisted in my hair.“Don’t you fucking fight me,” he warned. “Get off me, you inbred asshole,” I growled. I didn’t see it coming, he brought an onslaught of fists, hitting the side of my face, my ribs and back. I cried and tried to curl to protect my. I had not had good sex in years. My husband had always been inadequate but as he got older he could barely keep it even with Viagra. The love making had become pathetic. I parked in the lot and sat for a moment trying to make myself do the right thing. My body moved without me, though, and I watched myself toss my keys in my purse, unbuckle the seatbelt, lock the doors, and smooth out my clothes as I turned and walked toward the room number he'd given me. I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted. “Oh Becky I don’t know if you need lipstick,” I said haltingly.“Actually I think I can figure this out on my own,” Becky said.With agonizing slowness, Becky covered her full cupid-bow lips with shimmering red lipstick, and puckered. I could feel my nipples hardening as my dream came back to me, and I quickly turned away. “Enjoy baking class. I hope you like your goodies.”“Oh Megan!” Becky called. “One more thing.”“Yes Becky?” I asked as I turned around to see Becky lift up the hem of her.