There was no one in my office so I didn't get an answer. Picking up my phone I call Frank Wends, a St. Louis Police Detective.He and I had worked toge...her while I was a detective; in fact he was my training officer. He was now the commander of the Detective section of the combined south side precincts."What are you doing calling me on a Sunday?" Frank asked."Hello to you too Frank. Look I just saw the blotter report on Cynthia Robinson. Anything you can tell me about it?" That Mrs. Jonathan. "I know you're probably thinking he must be awful," she said softly, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "What he did was really bad, unforgivable even, but he's still my daddy, and he always tried to do right by me. I love him, even though maybe I shouldn't." Something left unsaid there, but the intuitive grasp was cut short when she continued, "He killed a guy in a fight way back. I was too young to get any details at the time, and I haven't asked since. I just know it was ugly."Jahn. . And he didn't give a shit about you, Kitty. He didn't even care that he was hurting you, or that he wasn't pleasing you! And it made me so... so mad." You jack off when you're mad?" No!" Thomas retorted, "Well, not usually. But I saw you when you were on top, the way your face looked before he fucked it up, and you were so beautiful and sexy and -- and it just made me mad that it wasn't me with you!" Thomas paused before his face fell again, "Er, wait -- oh fuck. Wait wait, I meant to say. I had no idea that they had not shared a bed for well over two years. My father had begun to see other women, women my age. However on the first night we made love daddy told me that he had sexual feelings towards me every since I was a teenager.He told me how he use to watch me get undress, and then he would jack off whenever we were alone in the house. I didn’t know at the time that mom had took another female lover. Dad knew that he could not compete with another woman for my mother’s love,.