Then she heard, “God damn it!” echo from the kitchen followed by, “Holy shit!”She ran to the kitchen to find Dad dropping a flaming frying pan...into the sink with a loud clatter. Flames licked high, then diminished. Smoke, like smog, hovered below the ceiling.“What’s going on?” she exclaimed.Dad turned and flashed a rueful grin. “It’s the bacon’s fault. It burst into flames. I guess we’re eating out tonight.” He glanced at the frying pan. “Unless you want BLTs without the B.”Addison laughed.. I lay on my side and draw my knees to my chest. The pain is going to kill me I am certain of it. I will die right now in front of the beautiful girl's room and daddy won't even watch me die. It is what I deserve. It is what I want. The pain is so bad. I am holding my stomach but I put a hand over my mouth to stifle a moan. I won't bother you daddy. I won't bother you anymore. I will just die quietly under your blind eye. I will die like a good girl. It is all I can do to prove I am a. The gesture was enough, and she lay on the bench, expecting to be beaten. It came as a small relief when all he did was penetrate her arse and pump away until he filled her bowels with his plentiful seed. Then she was returned to her cage and the door was locked, though she wasn't shackled by the ankle as she had expected. Her heart sank with the realisation that she was to be sold, and this time the Emir would not rescue her.'Rescue, ' she thought, 'Fine rescue that was. A year of being a sex. But if my choice is between knowing what they were doing and making sure they get home safe, it’s a simple decision - I’ll make sure they get home safe. The thing is, I believe my kids will tell me about the situation, whatever it might be. They don’t have to, but I think they will. There’s another area which can be just as dangerous as drunk driving or hard drugs, and that’s sex.”“What?!” several of the kids exclaimed.“You’ve heard of HIV? Herpes? HIV is life-threatening; herpes is a permanent.