“Did you have a nice day at work, Daddy?” I asked, feeling his rough hands on mine.“Long day,” he grunted, hand squeezing mine.He worked as a ...construction foreman. His success combined with mom’s teacher salary, provided the life for me and my two brothers. He raised me, clothed me, and though my sluttiness would shame him, I would repay that debt by giving him so much pleasure.My pussy clenched again, the heat growing, swelling. Such a wanton longing filled me. I threw a coquettish look over. He smiled as he dreamed on, wondering what wouldhappen next.Bill felt himself drifting in his sleep. He felt himself standing,holding something over his head. He looked up to see that it was thewhole world. He looked down, seeing nothing beneath him except clouds.The planet felt sort of heavy in his hands, but somehow he knew with acertainty that he could hold it. He felt a deep pride at this, knowingthat it was both a duty and a privilege. The scene shifted, and he remembered when he was. When she was facing me again, she walked right up so we were face to face. Well, not quite, because I was sitting and she was standing. I noticed that my jacket didn’t appear to be covering a shirt. I put my hands back at my sides, realizing that she probably wouldn’t mind if she saw that I had a hard-on. She didn’t see it, though, because she was leaning down and looking me square in the eye. ‘So that’s what you wanted to show me?’ I asked. ‘Not exactly,’ Cami told me. She stepped back so I. Green leaves gather at the tree tops, casting shadows upon a light brown dusty road. Golden rays shoot through parts in the leaves and onto the dusty road, constantly shifting as a warm breeze moves through. Golden blonde hair flows in wind as green eyes observe scenic surroundings, glazed over in boredom, the eyes of Abel McColluch—a seventeen year old “wannabe” novelist. He’s on his way to his aunt, Sandy’s house. He just finished high school and wanted to go somewhere that would inspire.