He moved tenderly across her stockings and touched her bare thigh. There he paused, drawing small circles with his fingers, teasing her. ‘Oh, dear, ...lease stop. You are driving me insane.’ ‘You want me to stop?’ He smiled. ‘You know what I mean!’ With that, she frantically unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. She found his cock and wrapped her hand around it, pulling it free. ‘Please.’ Charles pushed her skirt up and pulled her under garment down. Catherine lay exposed before him. Though he. ” She took a breath.“Anyway, he was always faking the super-parent, and none of us liked it. Mom may have custody. I was even asked. April wasn’t; she was too young. Mom may have custody, but he doesn’t have custody. But he was always kissing and hugging as if he loved us, which he doesn’t. Well, when I got my period and the boob fairy visited, he got worse. Dad changed, too, but it was more avoidance. He has this hug where he wraps his arm around your back and grips your right shoulder real. They might double up with laughter. But that would not be the real humiliation, would it? The real humiliation, the definite one, would be her leaving now, without even trying.Leave now, she said to herself, and you'll never be able to look at yourself again.A tear formed in the corner of an eye. Then it rolled down her cheek. Not able to move a muscle she stood there. She looked into the dark night beyond her reflection. Then, slowly, she turned on her heels. She walked back into the cool. Him?”, pointing to a second, older man, “Three women, three feathers.”The reporter looked at the Chief’s headdress. “But you have so many feathers!”The Chief proudly slapped his chest. “Me Chief. Sleep with all women. Big, small, fat, tall.”Horrified, the female reporter said; “You ought to be hung!”The Chief said, “Damn right. Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake”The offended reporter said, “You don’t have to be hostile!”The Chief replied, “Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any.