He seemed quiet and nervous, like me. We talked a little, asking each other if we did this much, are you sure you're safe, and that sort of thing. The... he said, "Well buddy, it is getting late. Its either now or never. Are we going to do this?"I nodded my head, dropped to my knees. He approached me, and I unbuckled him and unzipped his pants. I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, which was bigger than I expected. It was heavy, a little musty, and really thick at the top. It looked a. ..he loves me..right?” the sad fact is that I had to try and convince myself that my own father loved me. As I was lost in my thoughts my dad lost patience with me, and started removing my clothes for me, first he literally ripped my t-shirt off of me, the threads ripping on my chest and his rough grunts of effort brought me back to reality. I finally realized this was going to happen to me, I was going to be fucked by my dad. Could I call it rape? if I was turned on by the fact that now the. Louise was washing the stove. Margaret was reading the town newspaper and cutting out coupons. She glanced up and smiled. ‘Looking for Him, Little Miss?’ ‘Yes, please.’ ‘Haven’t seen.’ ‘Hmmm’ Your brow furrowed. You frowned. You retreated to the living room — to my piano. Pages of lyrics in my scrawl were strewn around. For a long minute, you read the lyrics on top, but turned away across the room, through the heavy door and down the hall to my recording studio. The outer door was closed… the. For a while.??They’re all alive,? I say. ?For a while.?The first tape we got, a naked woman knelt in a cage barely big enough to hold her. It sank in an empty tank that slowly filled with water. I heard her scream until she drowned. Another video, a woman was leashed by the neck to a pole out in the desert. She froze to death overnight. None of the tapes showed anyone outside of the victims, and none of the tapes had any markings on them.This was not a typical assignment. They don’t teach you.