When she pulled the knife around to my front I for a second wondered if my daughter was actually insane, and if I didnt fuck her she was going to kill...me. She brought the knife to my belly, point first. She pushed it against me, gently at first and then more and more, until I was starting to feel the sharpness of it on my skin. I looked down and then back at her. She bit her lip and just stared back at me. I have to admit I was afraid. I was frozen, I felt like if I spoke now it might make. He was intently listening to the big brown combination record player and radio in their living room. His favorite afternoon show was on, Miss Richards' "Radio Playtime for Children". Second only to "The Lone Ranger", which was on later in the evening, Miss Richard's program was an important part of David's daily routine. Now days more than ever, since David hoped that his letter might be read on the radio.Dell had heard from a neighbor that Miss Richards lived close by. Her child had already. Sharing a room with her was fun, she was so funny, always making me laugh.Anyway back to tonight, something had woken me, whether it was the heat of the night or a noise, I had no idea. I opened my eyes but couldn't really see anything amiss. As my hearing adjusted to my wakefulness, I could hear a rhythmic rustling from across the room. I strained my eyes to see if I could see what it was. All I could see was Jamie apparently asleep; one arm behind her head her duvet pulled up to her chin her. Both wore dirty jeans, heavy boots and grimy jackets. The fatter one had aviator sunglasses perched on a dark blue and white patterned bandana tied into a headband.Then Dr. Harwood came striding in. She felt a pang of relief as if she had been sitting in a hot spot and a cool breeze was now wafting over her. She tried not to show the Doctor how she felt. She watched him stop by to say ‘hi’ to the bartender. They exchanged some jokey banter and then Roy stopped by the table with the bikers to.