“By God, little girl,” Daddy says, “You’re going to listen to me!”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my step father this angry. I gulp and nod. Hell, I can’t even remember what I was talking about. His tone seems to reverberate through the air and it’s scary as hell.
On the other hand, it’s also about the sexiest thing imaginable.
He points to the couch and I go sit down. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m naked. I remember coming out and starting the conver‐sation. I remember that he would screw me silly after I spoke.
Now, all I can think about is his tone.
He walks up and grabs a throw blanket from the chair. He hands it to me and suddenly I’m grateful as hell for it. I cover up and he says, “No. It isn’t happening. I don’t know how but I learned to accept that yo
