‘It’s great, keep going.’ I gently pat her foot and reach for the other, trying to remember how I had started. Yes, beneath the toes first. I ge... lost in the circles, the feeling of skin on skin, the incredible joy of touching another human being, a living, sentient, intelligent, curious, wonderful being like me. How many steps had she taken in these feet, where had they taken her? How many times had they carried her in a playful sprint, spun her about in a joyful dance? How many steps had they. “If you don’t want to add to this you’d better start moving.”The fury seemed to seep into even his posture, a barely bottled rage at my actions. He grasped my forearm firmly and led me to the leather couch, where he easily bent me over his lap, lifting my dress and sliding my stockings down my legs, thumb trailing the inside of my thigh, until they tightly kept my knees together. Instinctively I arched my back, curving my almost bare ass up toward him."One more thing,” his voice was low as his. ," I finally choked. "I, uhm, I..."Suddenly he smacked me extremely hard across my cute, terrified face. The blow hurt so bad that I literally spun from its impact and fell on my butt. I began to cry as my dad pointed a trembling finger down at me. "Tell me the truth!" he roared. "Or God help me there'll be more where that came from!" I'm sorry, D-daddy, I'm s-sorry!" I sobbed. Then it came pouring out of me, a lie mixed in with pieces of truth that once again proved I was good at thinking on. Next, with Karen Kirkland gone, someone was needed to sit at the reception desk in the lobby until she could be replaced permanently. Since Kimberly Morris was no longer employed by Wallace Enterprises, Erica had little else to do at the moment, so her volunteering to fill in at reception was readily accepted by all the other assistants in the executive office.The rest of her instructions also seemed simple enough, but Erica doubted that the intentions of those threatening her parents were.