Ah..” I lean against the wall and peek through the small crack of the door opening. I see my little girl laying there, with her hand in between her ...egs. She’s wearing a baggy shirt, long socks, and no panties. She’s laying on her back rubbing herself gently, in attempt to be quiet. I don’t think she knew what time I was supposed to be home. I open the door gently, but I speak loudly.“Are-are you touching yourself? You are, you dirty little girl. Did daddy give you permission to touch. “You faker,” he accused, continuing to nibble along herbreast.“I wasn’t faking anything, you never asked me if I wasawake.” She ran her fingers through his hair,occasionally smoothing one fingertip over the top of hisear down to the fleshy part of his lobe.“A mere technicality.” He heard her moan slightly as hertook her mouth. She closed her eyes enjoying his weight pressed againsther, almost on top of her. His arms were around her, hishands stroking. Johnny was about 6’2”. His long black hair was combed straight back to perfection, and Johnny’s gorgeous smile was sexy and disarming. Johnny was immaculately dressed and quite fit for a man his age. As he leaned in, he made long significant eye contact with me while shaking my manicured hand, I caught the scent of Johnny’s cologne… Bulgari Blu. I knew right then, I wanted more than a car from Johnny. “Yo. You must be Lara! How ya’ doin’ today? I’m Johnny… Johnny Rodriquez. Nice to meet ya’.”. He knew better than screwing his secretary after Songbird ran off with fingers.Loretta's most valuable personal belonging was a compact mirror that was her constant companion. Cliff was certain he heard her in the outer office whispering, "Mirror mirror, who's the fairest of them all." She was vain that way.Loretta had been pecking at Cliff's typewriter since the fall. She could now do it with two fingers, and it was December. Winter in Chicago is an import from Canada, sent free of charge..