She was still in her robe from her shower. She leaned back and opened her robe. She looked furious and asked what I thought about this? I stuttered th...at she looked very good and she was a sexy woman. Then she asked if it was ok for anyone to fuck this body? I said of course not! I asked if she was mad at her date from yesterday. Her eye looked like they were made in Hell and she said that the guy yesterday had been too drunk to do anything!She stopped there and paused. Then she continued: - Yet. He could see the shock, almost taste its bitter tang, creeping over her face. He just wanted to hold her and make everything better. Moe surely didn’t want to rush her, or push her over the edge she was clinging to, but he needed to know the details. “Can you tell me what happened?” he aksed. “That guy, Rolf …”she swallowed and licked her lips. “… it was him. The scar on his face was just like the sales clerk told me.” Moe was thinking about the prostitute Lily Mae and the brutality she had. He didn’t mind. After a while I just started going to bed with him instead of starting the night in my own bed. I slept with my dad every night from the time that I was 5 until I was 17 unless one of us was sick then I’d sleep in my own bed. When I was younger I would frequently wake up with my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest. As I got older I’d wake up and find either myself spooned up behind him or him spooned up behind me. There was never anything sexual about it. I’m sure a. I decided that this was the best opportunity I could hope for and tried to get maximum exposure to the sun. I thought about how surprised Arlette would be when I'd meet her after the holidays and she'd see me all tanned. I only didn't know how I would explain the white patches the iron cuffs were leaving around my ankles and wrists.Eating, taking a bath and basking in the sun did not take up a great deal of time. A large part of the remainder was taken up by the interrogation and discipline.