One side of me wanted turn away from her in shame, the other was so proud to have defended her. I needed her to tell me which side was right. I was ...too confused knowing I had done something so wrong and so right.I beckoned for her. “Flarni…” I said reaching out.She looked to me. She really looked at me. No drugged hazy, or distant dreaminess was in her eyes. No fear or disgust was in her eyes either, perhaps only curious wonder was there. That was more of a look then she ever gave. . Once the coworker had left he had relieved his load into Sal as well. Sal had caught the bug though. She was hooked. She wanted more and more black cock and Bill was getting less and less of her attention. That was when Missy was 17. Missy was their only daughter. She also got pregnant around that time and they gave the c***d up for adoption. After the baby was gone a serious conversation took place where they asked their daughter what it was going to take to keep her from going out and getting. Then she’d run her fingers through my hair to make sure it was dry. If it wasn’t she’d bring the hair dryer in and make sure I was dry and toasty before drifting off. Sometimes we would read. She’d kiss me on the forehead and leave me happy and ready to sleep.She and Chris walked off down the hall and Daddy and I remained in the living room. He took a long draw from his pipe before telling me to get up. He started taking the cushions off of the couch and handing them to me. I stacked them. I felt the liquid just being poured over my head, and finally one of them daubed my forehead to blot up the excess. She then rubbed a cold cream around my hairline and began to wrap cotton over it where it stuck and created a barrier. My limp body was then lifted off of the board and into an awaiting chair, and I was wheeled over to a dryer that I had heard humming for a while. A plastic cape was wrapped around my head that seemed to be now double its original size, and the dome of the dryer.