"You'd just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn't want to bother" But she's my sister Dad. And what'd th... cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven't I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything." She wouldn't go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she'd kill herself if I made her." But... Who are they Daddy? God, I'll fucking kill the bastards," she screamed."It's okay now. She is talking and laughing. You lean forward in your seat. She is talking to another man, a Black man. She finally walks your way and sits back down. You see the look in her eyes. You've talked about this many times. You decide. You get up as your wife nervously looks on and you walk to the bar to introduce yourself. You invite him back to your table for a drink. You can see your wife squirming around in her seat not knowing what to do next. He sits down next to your wife. He's flirting with. And he knew she had to notice.When he started to tell her about the room he’d had set up for her for almost a year already, it was as much an attempt to distract himself as her. The girl smiled brightly and put her hand on her father’s leg.“I’m really glad I’m finally here, Dad,” she told him. “I can’t wait to see my room. Everything just feels so perfect now. No one’s ever been so good to me. Or so ... loving.”Ryan smiled and put his hand over Charli’s on his leg and gave it a light squeeze.. I told my wife let's play some games while we wait. The air hockey table was the only thing that wasn't being played right then. So I dropped a few quarters and we started playing. I hadn't thought about her leaning over the table and her short skirt raising up in the back. Well it did and soon she had a few guys acting like they wheren't looking. I beat her the first game them she beat me the next two. It was hard to keep my eyes on the puck and watch the peepers at the same time. After she.