Now be a good girl and change into some decent clothes.’ Anna, like any woman decided he was no one to tell her what she could wear, after all she ...as a 23 year old woman. She grabbed her keys and went to the closet to get her sweater. She never saw him coming. John grabbed her by her hair pulling her back hard. In one fluid motion she was on the ground with the wind knocked out of her. John, her beloved husband to be was on top of her punching her anywhere he could manage to hit. Anna could. I quickly glance at the clock. I hadn't expected you to arrive already, but it seems I've lost track of time. I hop off the bed and dash to the door."Daddy!" I exclaim as you walk through the door. I throw my arms around your neck. I've missed you very much since you left this morning."Hello, Princess," you reply in your calm, comforting voice. As relieving as your voice sounds, I can hear a bit of disappointment in your tone. I look over your face. Your expression isn't as warm and loving as. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn't talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little,. She let Max jump up on the bed right on top of the spread with the hearts and little cupids shooting arrows into happy boys and girls. She petted Max for a few minutes and talked softly to him in a little girl voice pretending she was not already almost eighteen and close to being a real woman. “Good boy doggy”, she whispered to Max and then she slid underneath him as he stood up on top off the bed. She crouched under him and her head was right under his hairy sheath with the visible pink of.