They may have tried to keep tabs on me, because one of them asked where I had been. I told them one of the Cabots, on Beacon Hill, asked me to sleep o...er. They thought that was funny. When I told them I went to New Hampshire for some clothes, that was more acceptable.I was wearing the same men's slacks and worn leather jacket, but the top was Michael Kors and the shoes were Naturalizer. My outfit was comfortable. I think one of the women picked up on it, but fuck looking poor to make a point.. Charlie was in the shower room. He called out to me "Hey k** (I didn't mind that nickname), Go in my locker and get me a beer. You can have one too". I was more than happy to oblige him. I opened his locker and found not just the beer cooler, but all kinds of men's magazines and lingerie clad pin ups. I immediately got a hard on. Charlie yelled out again..."Hey k**, where's my beer !". It wasn't a question. So I grabbed his beer, left his locker open and walked over to the shower stall, still. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbing from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again ... she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her. Her body went limp, and how she managed to stay on her feet is a mystery. I reached for her to hold her up. She took the phone from her ear, and let it fall to the floor."What's the matter?" I exclaimed. "What's wrong?" It's Misha and Frank." She was now sobbing. "They were in an accident this afternoon." She put her hands to her face and through the tears and sobbing I heard. They're dead. They didn't make it." I guided her to the kitchen table and sat her down. Sally bounded into the room. "I.