It was she that evinced all theemotions that I was capable of expressing. Fred handed me the bass. OK, so it was a cheap one. It made no differenceto...me. I plucked a few notes and heard the gut wrenching sorrowful notesemitted and knew that the instrument was made for me. He began playing atune that would make the angels cry. I wished that the words existed thatwould express the misery that I felt as those notes assaulted my brain. I focused on the root of the chord he was playing. My plunking. She drifted off content, knowing that in the next few days her curiosity would be satisfied.She always knew when to expect her father to come to her bed because he drank more than usual at dinner and usually put his hand on her knee or patted her bottom during the evening. So a couple of nights later she got herself ready, taking a shower and making sure that she was very clean for him.She got into bed, and sure enough she heard the bedroom door open, the covers were lifted and she felt her. I picked her up and threw her onto my double bed, wrestling with her playfully. I think she realized that was staring at her cleavage, because she got up, fixed her bra, and gave me a light slap on the arse."I suppose I deserve that," I said. She just walked silently out of the room, slowly swaying her hips.A bit later on that evening, I was lying on the sofa, listening to music with my eyes shut. My sister was upstairs. Suddenly, I felt a hand brush against my leg. I knew who it was, but I. ?Of course not, I’d love to help be your sex appeal.??Thank you Crystal. Let me get some things ready, I’ll be back in a second.? Jack went into one of the shower-curtain rooms. A second later, a phone across the room began to ring. ?H-Hey Crystal, c-could you get that?? He sounded anxious, almost afraid.Crystal still felt something a bit off happening as she crossed the room to get the phone. ?You know, Jack, you’re acting like the mob is coming. Are these investors good people? Or are.