I moaned and closed my eyes because the light hurt them. ‘C’mon, get up! I need help cleaning the house from the party last night,’ she said. I ...pened my eyes suddenly remembering the action that happened last night. I looked at my sister. Her breasts were practically in my face as she leaned over me. She was still naked! I looked up at her face. Her blonde hair was a mess, but pulled back with a scrunchie. I suddenly remembered where I was. I was spread out on the couch in the basement. I had. Sometimes he could come in from the fields mid-day, grabme away from the kids, lift my skirt, spread my pantiesand enter me from behind as we stood in the kitchen orthe bathroom. We have both always enjoyed wild,spontaneous sex.Whenever we traveled into the bigger cities, we wouldpick up magazines like Forum or Variations orPenthouse… and at night we often read each otherstories as the other lavished oral sex on the reader.Sometimes we brought home some of the more outrageous X-rated. Hahahahahaha . . .” I was stunned. They’d, had my enemies, won. I no longer had a daughter, not in any sense of the term. Well, I had, but she had evidently dumped any semblance of me as a father to her. Uncle she’d called me. My wife, my ex-wife, may have wanted, for reasons I could not guess, to soothe things over with me; but while I had momentarily considered softening my stance in that regard, I no longer did or would or whatever. I’d be talking to her, my ex when I took my niece home. What I say is the way it is." The director was now leaning intently toward Terry as he spoke, rather than sitting pompously and assuredly erect as he had at first. He was obviously not used to his intimidation efforts being rebuffed.Terry was about to tell him that his account had gotten outside, but thought better of it, his jaw actually snapping shut just before the first words were spoken. It turned out to be an accidentally brilliant move. The Director saw, and knew exactly what it meant..