Well, minus withholding sex for a few months.”“And even there, you let me control things. Be a man, Mike, not a little boy. I’m not saying you s...ould be a male chauvinist pig, but you shouldn’t be a wimp or a doormat, either. And that’s part of what college relationships are about. Figuring that out. So, figure it out.”“I think a good part of my problem is that my mom was in charge at home, and my dad modeled very submissive behavior. I mostly mimicked him.”“Mostly?”“A couple of times I was. Her outlook changed to a lighter more carefree mood. Yet stillshe hid in front of him.One day all that changed. She could remember it like it was yesterday.They'd been doing the weekly grocery shopping, and he kept lagging alittle behind. When she asked if he was feeling ok he answered her witha question of his own."I feel fine, it's you I'm worried about. You go from happy to sad, likethere's something you're hiding from the world. Would you tell me whatit is? Maybe I can help."Did she dare. She had tried different body lotions, scanty clothing (which he actually disliked) and even trashy. She tried talking dirty, she tried making breakfast nude. She knew she aroused him, but she couldn’t understand his reluctance. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he spoke. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he asked her to turn around, wiping the tears off her cheeks. He hugged her close, once again repeating himself that there was nothing wrong. He wasn’t ready. Burying her face in his. "I wiggled against him and said, "But I did and I'll do it again -- you'll let me won't you, Daddy? I love sucking you -- it makes me sooo wet!" I took his hand and guided it between us, urging his fingers into my bikini bottom and then moaning as I felt my father touch my slick, aroused folds of flesh.Daddy's expression suddenly changed then -- his eyes transforming from almost dazed to being clouded with desire. I saw hunger in Daddy's face -- undeniable, ravenous, unstoppable hunger. Daddy.