I put the carrier bag containing the whiskey on his side table and left.Next morning, I went to your house before I collected you from the hospital on...the pretext of bringing you some fresh clothes. I found James dead in his chair. He’d overdosed on pills and whiskey and choked on his own vomit when unconscious. He’d left a note, a few incoherent lines that made little sense and showed not one ounce of remorse. So, I took it. I phoned the police and reported his suicide, told the two officers. As we're packing up she says to me "first show tomorrow night you ready?" I say "ready as I'm gonna be" She looks me up and down and says "can't wait to see you in action" winks and turns and walks away. I stair at her as I did most the time. I always noticed her outfits, she didn't wear clothes the way normal girls did. Today she had on just jean shorts and a t-shirt but her shorts were cut so high I could almost see her ass cheeks and her t-shirt was cut so I could see her tight stomach.. They laughed and then spent several minutes peeling the wax off of her body. “Another first,” she announced. “That was crazy intense. Not knowing what you were going to do next. It felt like every nerve had been exposed.” She pondered for a minute. “What was that prickly thing? When you rubbed that over my nipple and my clit, I thought I was going to scream.”He laughed and said, “You did scream! Loud!” He got up and went over by the massage table and brought back a small handheld. My Father is a control freak who belittled my Mother every chance he had. He was off to live with his new bed partner leaving Mom at home it wasn’t the first time it had happen but it was the one that finally broke her spirit.After a week in hospital she emerged shocked and ashamed I took her by the arm we made our way to the car. Once in the car the tears flowed I knew then it was a case of being cruel to be kind I really laid into her the past actions I left no stone unturned my Father who.