Now my grades are starting to slip in school because I can't concentrate; my mind keeps visualizing sexual fantasies. I just can't get focused!" I tel... him.I knew I had him now because, if anything, daddy was a stickler for education. He wanted me to go to college and not get a low paying job like mom and him.He looks at me intently. "How long has this been going on baby girl?" For three months now daddy and if I don't do something soon, then I'm not going to get that scholarship," I look at. ”“And you want to...” she asked, staring down at the floor, blushing slightly.“If you do, yes. But remember, you never have to do it with anyone. And I promise it’s OK. You could ask Kara, if you wanted to be sure.”“I’d be too embarrassed to ask! Could you sleep in here? With me?”“That you WOULD have to ask Kara and Jessica about,” I said. “But I believe they’ll agree, at least for one or two nights. Why don’t you unpack, have a shower, and then come join us? Unless you need a nap?”“I think. Some of the audience, not to be denied a better view, had moved up along the side walls, and were rewarded with the verboten view, if only for twenty or so seconds. The rest of the audience had to wait only a little longer because I obviously had to turn around to collect my clothes and leave the room.In the front room, I sat on the edge of the bed, disappointed that my performance had been truncated, and expecting a tirade from the mother. Before I could respond to the gentle tap on the door,. I finally admitted, just to myself, that I had spent the firstfew hours covertly listening and suspiciously watching the doorway, just in case. I had been onedge, but as the night passed without anything happening, I began to relax. Well, relax as best asyou could while staying in a deserted house.Checking my wristwatch again, showed that it was almost midnight, so balancing my backdeeper into the sofa arm I propped my legs up on the other arm, and picked up my last twosupply items. I had taken.