She isstrong and determined and one of the bravest young women I know. Icouldn't imagine standing in front of a crowd and performing like youdo." That...strength doesn't come from Sarah," she paused to place her handover my heart. "It comes from here."I nodded, but I wasn't sure how to respond. I stared out the window ofthe bus for a moment. I knew she was right. It was so easy to try toseparate my two identities. But I knew that I could perform just as wellwithout the wig. The 4th of July party. No, don't take it off. Just take the ends and pull them back behind you. Tuck them into your waistband. Ah, yes. That's gorgeous. Now come closer."I moved, my heart racing under the lace of my now-exposed bra, until I stood between his legs. He leaned forward in his chair and reached out, lightly skimming his fingertips up my thighs, and my vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily. When they reached the hem of my skirt he slid his fingers just under the edge, moving smoothly upward, further under. ” “Uh-huh…right...” I tell her knowing better. Her hands run across my breasts pulling the top down slightly exposing my breasts to her. She leans down and starts to lick and suck on them. “Marcey stop…don’t.” I plead with her. She looks up and then at me grinning, “No one is looking honey it is ok.” Her hand slides down my stomach and then against my pussy rubbing her hand up and down against me. I moan a little and arch up towards her hand loving her touch. She slides her. .. Tuesday! It’s Tuesday....”Tuesday: early Tuesday.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in just my loosely tied robe, going over the “plan” in my head, (and even in my head the use of “plan” is tenuous) and listened to the sounds of the house, more specifically daddy getting ready for work. I heard the shower for a while now and it hadn’t turned off yet. I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off again!?” I.