You remember me telling you about Marcie, don't you?" Yes, I remember. Is Gary going to come by for Kevin on Sunday?" I'll call him now," I offered."G...ve me his number. I'll call and ask him to pick my son up both days, since you're going to be gone next week, too."I gave her Gary's phone number, and she said goodbye without learning that I wasn't planning on sleeping with Marcie.I left work early on Friday, drove for two hours, checked in at the hotel, and since I was to be an usher, I headed. “Ooooo Kaaaay”, I said aloud though not meaning to, as I turned around and headed out the door. Waxing The entire time I was gone at the store, I had that nervous, tingling, horny feeling, knowing something was about to go down. The other shoppers were, of course, in the way, the checkers were to damn slow, and I had to stop at every single red light. I finally pulled in the driveway as quietly as I could manage, skipped turning on the car alarm and opened the front door so silently, not even. I do admit I was a little jealous of her always getting to sit by him. As for men and me, I did not want anything to do with them.A couple months later I was on vacation from work, dad was off work as his company was doing a tooling change or something. Mom said that she was going to go away on business, which she did from time to time for a week. Monday morning Dad and I took her to the airport and saw her off, we stopped and got some lunch and did a little shopping before heading home.On the. He would beat her and use her sexually any way just to hurt her and show who was boss. she would not leave as she had no money and we lived way out in the country. He would pinch and pull her nipples and shove fingers up her pussy just to hurt her. If dinner was not perfect he would pull up her dress and pull her panties down and spank her ass till it was black and blue. Many nights he slapped her tits and pussy till she would cry from the pain.When i was twelve, he began to have sex with me..