When my daughter learned what was troubling me, she suggested going to the restaurant with me. That was thoughtful of her. I tried to be cheerful.Unfo...tunately, as soon as we got to the restaurant I was flooded with memories, once pleasant, now painful. I killed the pain with glass after glass of wine. My daughter tried to cheer me up. Now she was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully, looking as beautiful as a Playboy centerfold model, and unfortunately, just exactly as naked.I fearfully woke. There was a short expression of hope on her face. I took a ball gag out of my backpack and put it in her mouth. Then I kept on taking off her trousers. Sliding down her panties.She pressed her thighs together so I couldn’t reach her vagina. As I tried to open them, she began to struggle. I took my knife, concentrating on not cutting her while lowering it to her neck. She kept on moving till the blade touched her throat, then she stopped.“It’ll only get worse if you keep that up.” I said.She. She looked younger than her years in a dress designed for a younger female, and was out of my league without a drink to give me courage. It had been arranged for me to recover from the party in Mike and Karen’s spare bedroom, a 10 minute drive from Lucy’s home, and 60 miles from my own. 11:55pm waiting for the count down to 2007, the children had rushed through hoping to sneak some alcohol to celebrate the New Year and suddenly 17 year old Stephanie was standing next to me with my half empty. Adam applied to work with the Canadian Department of National Defense, since he had a Criminal Justice degree from the States and he was once in the U.S. Army National Guard. They told him they couldn’t hire him because he was American, not Canadian. THAT really bothered Adam because the U.S. government hires foreign contractors from places like Canada, Australia, New Zealand and England all the time to work for government agencies. Unlike the American government, Canada was closed to.