"Heather approached her father, and put her arms around his neck. "Please don't take it away, Daddy. I promise I'll do better. Please." I can't let th...s go unpunished," Harold told her."I know Daddy, and you're right. Can you punish me later?" Later?" I'm still a little sore from this afternoon," Heather admitted."Take your shorts off, little girl." Harold commanded."Off?" she asked, hesitantly, as she worked the tight jean shorts down her body, exposing her thong underwear."Blue Jeans are too. They may be sluts, but they are honest sluts. You're a dishonest whore, but I sure can't call you a slut. You probably don't even like sex."Predictably, Sallie started bawling. Johnny got up and walked toward the door. Seeing it had no effect, Sallie turned off the tears and screamed."I hate you! I hate you all. I never want to see you or them again!"That evening, Sallie was packed and gone. No one knew where she went. No one really cared, but it did leave the other two girls in a bind.They. It connected the neighborhood, that multi street complex of houses they all called home, to the woods, which they also called home. There were other ways to get there. Safer ways, the ways the trio had traveled in their younger days. But, they were almost adults now. About to enter High School. The roads were their highway. They could handle the danger, the oncoming traffic...Vicky swerved again.Also the roadkill. That was yucky, though.She had gotten back home late the night before, tired. If I could have combined the efforts of each one of these species into one huge fuckfest, I would have. I cringe writing these words. One person in my life knows about my closet. He is my ex-husband, and a large part of that closet. He has rummaged through it, and been horrified by it for the most part. Out of love, once upon a time, he closed and barricaded the door, so that nothing accidentally spilled out at inopportune times. Once we divorced, however, he ripped the door open and laid the.