“Hey Brian! You ready? I want to get down to Frat Row early so I can see the new talent on campus,” said an anonymous voice on the other side of...the door.Kayla looked at the mirror as the hand gently pressed down on her head. Well, I guess his name is Brian, she thought as faint gurgle escaped from her throat.Brian responded, “Go ahead and head down without me. I need about 15 minutes to do some stuff.”“What the fuck are you doing? Jerking off or something?”“Yeah. That’s it. I’m jerking. " He started, pressing his nails into the skin of my neck, "Today D(a)d is goingto use you just the way he wants and you are going to take it!" His eyes met mine, "It is goingto hurt. A lot."He didn't say more but loosened his hold so I could take a gasping breath.I felt the fear trickle through me, my fingertips tingling, my head swimming. Maybe it was fromthe choking? I couldn't speak, but I nodded accepting my Daddy's words as if I had a choice.Still feeling dazed, I felt his hands wrap into. " But none of them deserved to die." Your parents didn't deserve to die but they did. But you didn't die. Yousurvived." I know and I need to move on with my life. I suppose there were otherways they could have died that were a lot worse. I need to move on with mylife and not be ruled by their death. I should be grateful that I'm aliveand wasn't crushed under the terminal building collapsing but it sometimesis difficult when my life has changed so much."As they ate, Charlotte suddenly put down. Then she fled into the kitchen to fetch him a beer. Apologizing to the man and excusing myself for a second, I followed her in, since her nervousness was rather obvious. I could tell she was in turmoil, and was probably torn between a desire to be a gracious host and her desire to continue with our private games.In hurriedly whispered tones, I said to her, "we can take a little break, you know." And added, "but we should probably warn Lissa -- I doubt the girls heard the doorbell with that.