So I asked him to read out the stories to me. He accepted and we both came down from the stool and went to my room.He sat down on the bed against a pi...low and I sat next to him. He started reading one of the stories where the picture had a man sitting in between 2 women. He started reading the story and I could understand almost every single line in the story. There were a few lines which I couldn’t understand and he explained the meaning. More than understanding the story directly from his. He says. I get up and rinse off the dishes and he comes up behind me, raping his arms around my waist. He starts kissing my neck Please. I start to say and he spins me around lifting me onto the counter and kisses me hard on the mouth, pushing his groin into my mound. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, he quickly takes of my clothes and then his own. I never noticed the tattoo that covers his shoulder blades. Flames and the his name in fancy hand writing. He kisses me and says Tell me. "Let me look at your eyes. Follow my finger!" he began waving a finger back and forth in front of my face like a fleshy metronome. I followed it obediently for several passes before finally sighing. "Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjusting my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to defy you to be anything but. I cringed and resigned myself. I couldn't stop him"I stood there for a moment. I wasn't terribly shocked, I knew what I was going to find, but it felt as if my life had ended. I really felt that. I felt that there was going to be no tomorrow. Something inside me died at that moment. I knew that no matter what I did or how hard I tried, I would never get the sight of Betty being fucked on that bed out of my mind - it would stay with me until the day I died."What I then said was mechanical. I.