"Hi daddy," I said, completely out of breath but trying to hide it. He was staring at me. Was that a frown I saw on his face? His head turned toward the entertainment room and my cheeks grew scorching hot. Did he just glance at his laptop? Did he know?
I was so f*****g worked up, it wasn't even funny. My mind was a mess. My entire body was a walking hormone right then. I felt like a f*****g teenage boy! Get yourself together, Marianne! I scolded myself repeatedly throughout the day. And all the while, I fought against my ever growing arousal that simply would not relent. Thoughts swirled endlessly. My father's descriptions of me. (In hindsight, they seemed very sexual.) His story about the girl and her dad messing around in the motel room. The pictures he had of me on his laptop. Not to m
