She really loved my nails. “I know we both need to sleep, but I just need to touch you. I haven’t seen you in days…” I trailed off, kissing th... top of her chest. I rested my head on her chest, trailing my fingers up and down her side, smiling at the sound of her content breathing. I kissed her left breast, as it was closer to me. I circled her right breast with my fingers in a feather-light touch. I kissed her stomach, biting softly at the flesh on her sides. She yelped, but laughed to let me. ‘She did,’ I said with a big smile. ‘The you will be my dad,’ Lizzy said. Responsibility hit like a freight train. I hadn’t thought of that. I doubted I could be a good father. I was going to drive through the night and risk Lizzy’s life. What kind of father does that? I mean, I could make sure she’s fed and buy bunk beds and things. But how do you know if you do it right? I could screw it up, and she could come out all mean or something. ‘I like being your daughter, ‘ Lizzy continued. I. Themovements and mannerisms were nearly there, as was the soft and femininevoice. He'd learned to do his makeup and style his hair every morning.Madge took note with a smile as his daily routine at the vanity lessenedfrom over an hour each morning to just under a half an hour now. Butonce a week he still found himself back in the styling chair in thebasement for a full new hair set, manicure and pedicure. And, over timeMadge had learned how to use a laser electrolysis machine. Oncecertified. Suddenly, perhaps just like her mother, whoredom is in her genes. Suddenly she felt like a whore for even having such salacious thoughts of getting topless and/or naked for Jerry to draw her while thinking about giving him sex. ‘At least you’ve had a chance at life,’ she said with sadness. ‘What chance have I had living here in this abandoned, burnt down, Hell hole of a city? Every day there’s a dozen fires. Every day there’s a dozen shootings. Every day someone dies and no one cares,’ she said.