I stirred my now soggy Corn Pops as Rita washed up the little dishes we used and what was left from last night’s dinner. My phone rang and because I...was in my little daydream state I almost missed it, but I caught it just in time and picked it up with mom on the other end.“Hey mom, good morning,” I said.“Hi honey, how are things going over there? How’s your sister doing?”“It’s ok, and she’s good. We’ve both been in kind of a funk lately.”“I thought you might be seeing as your father still. The toilet reservoir was filling properly and the valves of the sink were closed. That was enough for me. I headed back to the kitchen to sit down for a while. I had a bad hip and needed to coddle it occasionally. I'd been T-boned in a traffic accident in north Los Angeles a few years before. It had left me with permanent joint damage and no family. I opened the cold water tap until it ran clear then rinsed out a glass and took it to the table. I took three Advil then sat patiently waiting for. She guessed it was more from confusion than reluctance, and did not bother to threaten him. She led him on a detailed tour before she let him apply any oil. When the whole area was nice and slippery, she talked him through how to stimulate her clit. She gave him a little lecture on how different women might react.Eventually, she could wait no longer, and had him go for results. She wanted to have him bite her nipple as he diddled her button, but she was too afraid of distracting him from the. You looked sexy made up like that."While I was in the shower, I considered what I had just done. I treated Katie a lot differently than I did her sister or Missy. Why was I so cruel to the little thing? The only explanation that I could come up with was the 'cringing dog' principle. Katie, like a mistreated animal, expected to be kicked, which in turn pissed off its owner (or in this case, me), and brought about a self-fulfilling prophecy.Whatever. I had fantasized for years about fucking a.