’ She strode off stage. The acts began with a series of uniformed strippers: airline hostess, policewoman, dive-bar waitress, private nurse, slutty...secretary, French housemaid. Each took turns teasing and dancing as they dropped their clothes in detail on stage. Each had a varied shtick to her routine. It was all cliché but mildly effective. Donald became semi-hard and his waitress, Dorothy, rubbed his crotch ever so softly and slowly to help him along. The stage went dark and the curtain. I went to her cabin during the lunch time.She smiled at me and asked what my problem is. I was sitting next to her very close. I could see her waist line and part of one boob as the pallu slipped a bit. She explained but nothing went into my mind as I was looking for something else. When she realized I didn’t understand as she is in hurry for another class in the afternoon she told me to come to her house in the evening. I took her address and time to see her. I was so excited. I went home got. He ripped my pants off and then tore my underwear off. I whimpered and he slapped me and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He dropped his pants and underwear and stroked his cock. The way he was pressing me down I couldn't see how big his dick was. He pulled me over the edge and let my knees hang. He moved into position and with barely enough spit he forced his cock into my ass. I screamed in agony as my father sank his cock deeper and deeper into me. Tears streamed from my betrayed eyes, as I. The firemen and paramedics hadn't been able to do anything for the cooked near-corpse they'd recovered from the blaze except speed its final passing.I'd seen it all, but it wasn't the kind of thing you talk about. Even to some shrink who gets paid by the hour to listen to you babble. Even when they say your sister was weak, "must not have been able to take it," when they don't even know her.Anyway, the incident was a convenient excuse for remaining isolated. Well, until now. Damn, if I'd known.