Most nights we were asleep before our heads hit the pillow. Most nights we spooned with her in the back. I had felt her tits grow over the past year o...r so. However, every few weeks Carly would get in front and let me feel of her and let me rest my hand on one of her tits as we drifted off. She said she needed to get to the outhouse on those nights. Then after a few nights she was in the back again against the wall. I started looking forward to those two or three nights each month. They would. I step back, kind of stunned that I had actually done that, then she slapped me across the face, "get away from me you little bitch!" The only thing I said was "fuck you cunt!" and I slapped her back. Before she could regain her composure I grabbed her long red hair and pulled to the kitchen table where I bent her over the table. I pulled up her skirt to reveal a black thong. I could see some of her little red pubes sticking out. She struggled a bit so I smacked her on the ass a few times and I. I sat in the kitchen thinking. I was feeling sad, upset, worried and confused. Why the hell had I come on heavy with her? Why on earth did I think I had to lecture her about boys and sex and what in heaven’s name made me compare her to Phillipa, although she has her mother’s temperament that’s for sure I grinned? I reached the conclusion that I had to do something. I had to sort out the mess I had created. I had to get closure on the conflict between us. Deciding to take the bull by the horns. "The name for the certificate?" someone asked. Mrs. Thomas didn't hesitate."Emily," she said with a smile on what Emily saw as a huge face. "Emily Anne Thomas."When all the excitement died down and they were allowed some time alone, Mrs. Thomas became the first person to speak directly to Emily."I love you, Emily Anne. That's right. I. Love. You. With all my heart. There's a whole world out there for you to explore. New sights and sounds and tastes and people. But you're not afraid. I can see.