I need you to see a friend of mine. She badly needs your professional help.”Lucy’s voice went hard. “Just how serious, and how urgent is it?”I... put my hand over the phone and asked Jane, “How much can I say?”She said, “I’ve got no secrets anymore.”I spoke back into the phone, “Urgent and severe; it’s affecting several friends of mine. She was raped and abused, and it’s destroying her current relationship. She’s never had any counseling about it, and even I can see that it’s eating her. I hated him. I hated him so much I fantasized about how I would kill him. And yet, when he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down onto my bed, I would get so wet. Every fucking time." Steph, are you okay? I mean, after all that happened, can I call someone?" No, I just want you to understand something about me. I know you like me, but you need to understand some things about me before you get too close. I don't want you to feel like I led you on, or lied to you. I'm fucked up, Peter. You know. You will be a 25- year old natural chestnut beauty with a masters in cosmetic science and you drive a battered yellow Porsche.’ ‘Oooh and do I end up seducing Lionel Dearborn?’ ‘Oh if you find that offensive I could get the script changed.’ ‘No Mrs Smith, that will be quite in character for Zoë I guess.’ Roxy called Anne Baxley that evening and told her she had a part in The Dearborn Family next week that would screen on Saturday at 8:00. ‘Omigod, Tom and I watch that series. How big a part?’. "Ooooh ... oooh ... aaaah!" Douglas kneaded her tits and stroked her cunt. The sweet scent of her pussy invaded his head, making him dizzy. "Baby," he rasped. "Sweet innocent baby." Missy brought her hand to her father's bulging crotch. She rubbed it, squeezed, then shuddered as his cock throbbed violently through his pants. "Let me see your cock, Daddy," she whispered hotly. "I've never seen a cock before." Douglas was about to lose his mind. Hearing his daughter talk this way drove him crazy..