Daddy groaned and gathered my hair in his hand, pushing me down further as he thrust his hips. Wanting to please him, I took him in without teasing, s...cking and dragging my tongue along his impressive length. He grunted as he fucked my mouth, and it wasn't long before his hot release was sliding down my throat. He let go of my hair and massaged my scalp as he caught his breath. When he finally tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, his expression was relaxed and happy. "Thank you, sweet girl.. I opened it to find a woman only a few years older than my fifty-five years standing under my porch cover. ‘Can I help you?’ I asked. ‘I think so, that is if I am in the right place. It is hard to know for sure. People around here don’t give very good directions,’ the woman said. ‘I guess that depends on where you are supposed to be?’ I replied with a smile. ‘Is this the Taft place?’ she asked. ‘It is,’ I replied. ‘In that case could I come in from the cold?’ she asked. ‘If you aren’t a bill. "Would you please leave me alone." I brushed my drifting hair behind an ear. He gave me a lecherous grin and tried to touch my shoulder, I pulled away from him and whispered loudly, "Please leave me alone!" He tried to pick up my hand and I gave him a shove which only caused him to laugh. "Look mister, I'm not interested." I said, speaking slowly."Give me half an hour and you'll be interested." He laughed and tried to touch my hair. I ducked and quickly ran several feet away, "Come on honey,. He pulled the bag nearer. He slowly unzipped it, spreading the opening wider to look inside. He took a deep breath then exhaled. He retrieved the bloody baton from inside the bag, putting it on his desk. His eyes fixed on the contents inside the bag.“I found them, Father Petrou; I made them pay for what they did to Julie and me.” I pulled the two photographers out of my pocket, putting them beside the baton. “It’s all over now, no more,” I said.Father Petrou put his hands together, locking his.