Bruce
Her breath was coming out in short pants, forcing her breasts to strain against the t-shirt she wore. Derm and I need to buy her clothes, I thought to myself. She opened her mouth again and continued talking, but the words flowed through my mind without making much sense. I caught bits and pieces though: I hate you. I will never respect you. I will always stand against you. I can’t imagine that an evil man like you somehow gets to be her father.
That one struck a nerve. I stood up from my seat, covering the distance between myself and her in one swift movement. Somehow, I found myself standing in front of her, barely a hair's breadth away. I was breathing heavily, and her head was tilted back, her eyes blazing with anger and deep fury. The little woman looked as though she was on f
