I remember being instantly attracted to Erik. He had a bohemian-chic look to him-Beanie hats with designer skinny jeans. Oh and his eyes! A deep vibra...t green. Everything about him was alluring. A charming smile, arms with veins in all the right places from being a drummer, and an ass that could make grown women weep.I'm not too bad myself though. A runner's body, deep curly red hair and a face that turned heads. Still, there was something about him that made me feel out of his league.Maybe. One moment he was my father, familiar, trusted, second-nature; the next he was a complete stranger, and then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight harder as if to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in return. Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling that a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time.And then something else happened. As one we became aware that the father-daughter relationship was crumbling faster than either of us could handle. There. Lilly looked into his eyes, and licked her lips seductively. That made the trick. The man took her by the collar, and walked back up the stairs. Even if some of the men were surprised, nobody dared to say anything.Upstairs, the trucks were gone apart from one, and only the dog-girl was present. The man led Lilly to a wooden bar beside where the dog-girl was tied, and used a piece of old rope to tie Lilly's collar to the bar.--- "Stand up" --- he ordered while unzipping his pants.It was of. It was a several hour drive to my secluded mountain cabin, his life story so sad, he showed me the scars, ugly dark circles on his balls, where his stepfather had burned him with cigarettes while his mother had laughed, oh, promised him we would visit New Jersey someday, I would avenge his pain, I would be judge, jury, and executioner for those who fucked with my baby, his smile big, his thanks soft, he asked if he could swear like me, told him he earned it, he was a man, he looked more.