I looked around me again and saw no sign of life. Shrugging, I did as ordered, removing my clothing. Leave them in the car, you won't be needing them....I couldn't help but stare at the huge barn as I undressed and placed each item in the back seat. When I was completely naked, I stood, not saying anything, just staring at that building, wondering when it'd collapse. Today? Tomorrow? Next week?A sharp jerk on my collar caused me to lose my footing. Stumbling, I regained my balance and followed. "Hi." We should get up," she said. "I'm hungry." I'm tired," he said. "We should go back to sleep." Why? We slept all yesterday." That wasn't sleeping, baby."Okay, so it hadn't been. The nightstand was littered with condoms; they'd spent almost all day in bed, rising only to order a pizza at about 4 PM. True, they had slept in between sessions, catching a nap here and there, but for the most part they'd lain naked together, talking, whispering, laughing... And having sex, of course. They'd run. I’ll put it all on her stew, I promise. And it’ll have my spit mixed in too. I know how much you love it when we swallow someone else’s spit.”Berry heard her mom and put two and three together with a speed reminiscent of a four point oh student. “OH!” she gasped.“Cherry. You heard your daughter earlier, although maybe you were a little too busy to actually understand, so I’ll spell it out for you again. Your little girl, who you’ve loved and protected and looked after well into her teenaged. There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did.So I decided to do something unthinkable; ask my Father for money ~~It wasn’t called child abuse when I was a young girl.The age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as being ‘interfered with’.But Dad always rewarded me with a dollar or so; saying we were special buddy’s.I’d broke free of him by sixteen but I found the boys who dated me slow and frustrating; it was.