“Where is he now?”Probably this question pushed her to depression more.“Sorry,” I said after getting no reply.“He is working in the gulfs �... For money …”, she probably left her sentence unfinished.“Doesn’t he comes home?”, I asked her out of the query.After a long pause, she replied, “ Last came when I left my in-laws house and settled here, that was before a year likely.”After saying this, she literally broke down. She was crying like anything.I was about to support her when she placed her head. "Certainly, that's where I was before finding this house," I answered."You're mistaken," he told me. "This has to be just outside of Pittsburgh. I was working in a Blacksmithing shop there," he insisted."But I went to New York looking for a job, and I was in New York when I moved to the three brownstones," I stated with just as an insistent a voice."But that's ... that's impossible, Pittsburgh and New York are several hundred miles apart." Yes, they're about 400 miles apart," I agreed, but had. She didn't cover herself up either. Her pussy didn't look as developed as Debbie's,but it wasn't much less so, nor much different from my baby sister Cher's in truth. None had pubic hair, all had pussy slits. But still, I hadn't seen Tammy nakedbefore, so that was new and exciting.Debbie and I took off our bottoms at the same time, leaving us naked. Jack woreunderwear, so he ended up being the last of us to get totally naked.Once naked, we all ran around the woods for a while, laughing,. " You did the right thing to tell Dr. Logan what your daddy did to you, and none of us here will ever let your daddy do any of those things to you ever again," Dad added."Did he ever lock you in a dark room?" Marsha asked.She nodded. "Once, for a long time, a whole day I think."That's why she insisted on a light being left on in her bedroom at night, Marsha thought. Sick fucker. He ought to be the one locked up in the dark... for the rest of his miserable life."Never again, sweet thing," Dad.