She was pregnant again for the third time. It was a mistake. A moment of passion that consumed her when she saw a flicker of Phil the way that he was ...n the past, slim, vibrant, loving, caring, attentive, and happy only to watch him fade away and disappear from her memory and reappear in his present form, heavier, balding, detached, distant, unresponsive, and angry. His job gets the better of him and she gets what’s left. He comes home tired and cranky. Mindlessly staring at the television. She was his sex slave, his fuck toy, his sensual plaything. She might as well have been bought and paid for at some kind of a white slavery market!As her dad's heavy body pressed down on her, the last shreds of honor and hope left her. She was engulfed in the burning flames of her father's incredible passion for her. There was no stopping him now.Reaching down between their bodies, he gripped his swollen cock. Lewdly and with no regard for the whimpering teenager, he gently rubbed his soaked. Then her cronies came into the fray. Now that things were getting as serious as I’d let it get I decided to end this. First an uppercut to Chunky’s gut, and then a kick to Shorty. All that was left was the stuck up bitch. I felt that a back handed bitch slap would be the most humiliating method of smack down. And, it was. I could see the humiliation on her face as she looked at me and Dante from the ground, but I wouldn’t things end just like that, oh no sir I wouldn’t. I think Dante was. The contortions of his face as he tried to convey an uncharacteristic message of benevolence were almost frightening in their ineptitude."Would you like a drink, my dear Veronica? I know it's early in the day, but how about a spot of the old bubbly. Don't refuse!"He got up and went into his secretary's sanctum, returning with a pair of glasses and a large bucket, in which reposed, among many lumps of ice, a large bottle of what Veronica recognised to be a very superior Champagne. This interview.