One night we all drank a lot and they were kissing and rubbing each other so I turned in and within minutes Tanya came in my room and asked if Arron c...uld spend the night. I said your an adult so do what you think is right and she left. As I lay there I could hear them talking and thought to myself that I shouldn’t of given her the room next to mine. I heard my daughter tell Arron that she had never had a black one and then she said “and I ain’t had one that big either”.Things got quiet and. “But…”“But what?”“I’m afraid.”“Afraid of what?”“What I am.”“What do you mean, Desdemona. You’re beautiful, attractive, fuckable, horny, erotic. Shall I go on.”“I’m a fucking Monster – that’s what I am.”She proceeded to tell him all about herself. How she reacted when she got aroused. How other men ended up screaming as they ran from the house. How she spent most of her money on repairs even when she masturbated. How her bedroom was a special room that had been built onto the end of her. Every guy in the office had looked at her that way at one time or another: Most had tried to do more than just look.But never Mr. Willoughby, not even that time they had been back in the file room, searching for an old claim. They had been close together in the tiny aisle between the file cabinets for over an hour, and he hadn't even tried an "accidental" feel.She smiled as she remembered how, while looking for a particular file, hidden in the back of one of the lower drawers, she had. "Thank you," he said simply, "for bringing our daughter back to us"I glanced at Lexie who smiled and sidled closer to me. "I hope you'll visit us," I said. "It's a humble place, but it's home..." Oh, we will, I'm sure," he laughed, "but we'll call first." Then he was serious, "Just make my little girl happy."Lexie was very quiet on the train back to Felixstowe. I kept looking at her, not that I needed a reason. I noticed that she had half an inch or so of brown roots to her hair. I hadn't.