” But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. And neither could Leila. She knew she was slipping. There were too many absences; too many times she ha... given Joel cause to ask, “Where have you been.” The lies were wearing thin and she was having trouble keeping it all in perspective. Her phone conversations with Ace were getting longer, more argumentative. He was constantly calling on her to meet him at times that compromised her. She was finding herself saying no more and more. He was like a. “You look flushed, are you alright Vicky?” He asks seemingly concerned. “Yes daddy.” How can I tell him that each time I see him I get flustered, wet and excited? He is my dad, I shouldn’t have those feelings. “I will be home late today, I have a meeting. I will grab a bite on my way home so don’t bother to cook for me tonight,” he said in a deep voice. “Alright daddy, have a nice day. I better hurry and get dressed or I’ll be late for school.” I run upstairs, pull my pajama over my head and. She slowly brought her hand down my belly, some how I just knew she was going to put her hand between my legs, I was breathing very hard and loud I just knew I should tell her to stop, but I just could not get myself to say it instead I said "Are you sure mom won't hear us?" Sandy said "Yes, she won't hear anything until morning.Sandy told me to relax. She asked me again if I wanted her to stop. I very softly said "No, please don't stop" she heard me and said "Good." when her hand got to the. Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, i'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a really sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a.