”“No. Surprisingly, we all know you pretty well, but when we put what we know together, we know you better than anyone.”She scooted up and leane... against the headboard, motioning me to sit next to her. When we were settled, she put her arm around me and just held me. I sorted through what I was feeling and felt the tickle of emotions. Sorrow, depression, anger, disgust, and even hope.“Tell me about today’s painting,” she finally said.I told her. I told her about all the emotions it dredged up. As I grew up, I decided dad wasn't going to start any more shit with me!I became a black belt (without ever telling him), and I also bulked up; I had other interests as well, and some muscle never hurt a teenager!It was the sixties, and fathers were still getting away with everything; but my father was losing control entirely too often!His routine on weekends, was always the same: He'd force mom to suck him, and then he'd slap her for not letting him cum in her mouth!Then, he'd drill her for. "I want to try it," Sam said again."OK. Here is the pipe and lighter. Do you know how to do it?" I've seen it done," Samantha replied."I bet you have," Chrissie thought."Go head, Samantha. Light it up. Smoke the crack," Chrissie said.And with that, Samantha flicked the lighter and took her first hit ofcrack. It felt magical.As Samantha took hit after hit from the crack pipe, Chrissie whisperedinto her ear... "You love crack. You are addicted to crack. You mustsmoke it all the time. . "Let's try a different position. I'll lay on my back, but I'll angle my legs off to the side. I think we can keep making out without my cock getting in the way." Samantha and Aaron rearranged themselves according to Aaron's suggestion, and it worked well for a while.However, the two of them were making out so intensely, it was hard to stay still, first Aaron rolled over so that he and Samantha were on their sides facing each other, then he rolled over so that he was on top. This caused Aaron's.