It made me wonder if she blew her other acquaintances, too.She told me she'd been raped twice. Both back home. Once in high school and once in communi...y college. The community college rape was part of what made her want to flee.I didn't give away a lot of details, but I recommended she talk to Beth about her rape experience. I simply told her that Beth would be a great friend to share her story with, and left it at that.Zoey gave a genuine, thankful grin when I told her about Beth. I think that. I had no idea what to think. He hadn’t done that by accident. He was my father, so it was probably illegal. [It was.] But it felt kind of nice and I doubted I had anything to fear. And as I would learn twenty-one years later, we’d have been legal in Rhode Island.“I, uh, like your tits, baby,” he said. “They’re nice. Compact. Firm. Sweet.”His hand began to move, stroking my breast, fingering my nipple, which was getting hard. His hand was warm.“Does this feel good?” he asked.“Well, it does, but. I turned my head and our lips met in a soft kiss which quickly turned into a steamy French kiss. We were interrupted by the waitress bringing our drinks, and we broke the kiss. The waitress, who had worked at the diner for as long as I could remember, set our drinks on the table, then winked and smiled, and left us alone. Tasha clearly wanted another kiss, so we kissed a second time.“Very nice,” I sighed, when we broke the second kiss.“I enjoy kissing you, Mishka,” Tasha said softly. “Very. Still, they were sexy as hell and she had on a pair of black suede ankle boots that raised her up just enough to make her ass look completely fuckable.She was getting lots of stares in the bar, so when Radix showed up we hit the road and smoked a giant blunt he had brought with him.“Where are we going?” she asked.“Don't worry, I have the perfect place, he said, with a malicious grin.“This van rocks,” April said looking around, “Huge bed, a bar, a sink everything you could ever need.”“Everything.