I closed the blind fully and retreated to the computer desk. My apartment was small, but cozy. There was a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and then ... living room area with an open kitchen to one side. Fortunately due to a moderate inheritance left over from my dead grandmother I was able to buy the place without having a mortgage. I was just preparing to settle down and do some research into a recent anti-nuclear newspaper article when I heard a cry from outside. I got up, slightly irritated. On the drive back to daddys condo I started squirming in my seat, badly needing to pee. Daddy looked over at me and said, If you cant hold it, let me know so I can stop and you can piss on the side of the road. But then your punishment will be even worse. I held it, and we got to daddys condo. He opened the door and I started to rush to the toilet, but he stopped me. First daddy took a towel and laid it down in a corner. Then he took off my dress, leaving me in socks, panties and nothing else. . . Colt of all people!" And you?" Hell if I know, Matt," Kris replied. "Maybe I'm twenty five percent toowhether I want to admit or not. Colt and I fucked." Really?" I questioned with my eyes wide open and in shock."Yes Matt, we did," Kris said and began to get emotional. I got out of bedand moved to his. "Matt, Bryson sucked me too. I'm nothing but a fuckingcheap goddamn whore! We were all whores. Running around naked and justgoing at it. We were some kind of fucked up!" At least you're not. Earlier today when she remembered that thing about the photo, it was like hearing someone speak in her mind, she heard her voice, she heard herself saying these words, but then it was gone, and she was left to face a puzzled Shane, 'oh, he's so good to me and I'm causing him nothing but annoyance, ' she shifted a little and buried her face in her pillow 'I can't sleep, my mind just won't stop'She got up, walked to her desk. She opened the first drawl and glanced inside; there were some books.