“I like your beard,” she said, one day. “It’s soft.”“I like my beard, too,” I said, a little confused. I’d had a beard ever since Lucy...died and I was too distraught to go through daily rituals like that. It turned out having a beard wasn’t so bad, and then I found out it had some advantages, so I’d never shaved after that. This was the first time she’d talked about it, though.She reached up and brushed the back of her hand across my chin.“I wonder what that would feel like...” Then she. What I want right now is you, Genie, and theonly one who can deny me is you. Would you deny me this,Genie? Should we get dressed and go above?”There was silence for a minute, so I assume that theirmouths were busy doing something other than talking.“Are you shocked?” Charlene whispered in my ear.“Yes.” I whispered back.“Sit on the bed Genie, and let’s get the rest of yourclothes off. That’s a good girl.” Stanley said.I might have missed a. I suddenly remembered, that I'm not exactly wearing dating knickers, but I needn't have worried, as they flew off me, as if I had never been wearing them, landing on the stairs, in a just-dropped-absentmindedly-during-my-morning-madness-minutes-rush style. I tried to crawl upwards, towards the bedroom in a childish futile attempt to escape his predatory moves, but he was pulling me backwards, holding onto my thighs. He held me secure there for a minute to let the anticipation grow on me before. ....morning daddy''i was sucking, like i always dothey mommy and daddy talking about stuffi had my life taken away , i felt so shy and never could turn back mommy had film me so much timemy new cute little cagew clacking as i suck was the only sound every morning o the living roomclack clack clack on my pillow sucking on daddy bbci got so much used to thisone day we left the city and went on a trip i hiked with mommy and daddy all day and it was a lot of fun they sat on the big logs on top of.