* The young journalist watched – disbelieving – as Clay Corby strode off out of the lounge. He cant just leave me here like this she thought as s...e rose from the stool. He must realise the state hes worked me into. How can he be so cruel? Throwing the dictaphone into her handbag she hurried to catch him but as she pulled open the door and peered into the hotel lobby she saw that he was gone. This was unbearable. Like an itch she could not scratch. She had to find some way to release these ***. "Thank you," her almost whispery voice said, her pale eyelashesdropping if more than just shy of meeting mine. "You...you don't knowwhat this does for me, Greg." "You don't know what you do to me!" I japed and her eyes flicked upto me in a strange way, almost if hinting that somehow in the most basicprivate way she did. She turned her softly sculpt profile to me as shediverted her eyes to aimlessly concentrate on the plaza fountain. "Greg..." My name sounded like a soft gulp or a catch. Is she to be your slut, or is she truly to be a daughter?”“Eric, Kristen is truly to be my daughter. Words like you just used will get your mouth washed out with soap the next time. Kristen is a very sweet girl, but she is still a child. I love her as I would any child, with my heart, not any other parts.”“Yes, Father,” was his only reply.Edith was next. She was already in bed when I knocked on her door.“Come in, Daddy.” she responded.“And how did you know, it was me?” I asked, as I. But she always argued with him, and hardly ever felt like she was sexy enough. Whatever the reason, he was glad for it, and wasn’t going to question it.Robert got out of bed, and got ready to head to work. AS always, he dropped his daughter off at school on the way to his work. Throughout the day he thought about that morning, and hoped that this was a new turn of events in his marriage, and that maybe Janet was feeling better about herself again. Whatever the reason, he hoped it would.