She never told anyone else about what happened, until she went away to college, a couple years later. She started doing things with other girls, but m...ostly because she doesn't trust men. She likes men, she just can't bring herself to trust any of them. She says she has a lot of scarring, up inside, between her legs, and she doesn't think its still possible for her to have babies." I still don't see why this is any reason for me to marry her. She should go see a professional and work through her. Since the cheerleaders were considered safe, they likely had their guard down and were easy targets.Though I’m not surprised, the other abnormal thing is that no jocks are sitting at the table of cheerleaders. I notice there is an empty seat across from Kaitlyn, the head cheerleader of the varsity team. She appears nervous as I approach and take a seat. The closer I get, the more nervous she is.When I sit down, I don’t bother with greetings. I get right to it, saying, “I was coming to talk to. ?Howdo you know?? I finally asked. ?Knowwhat Kitten?? he mumbled, stretching the sock over his right foot. ?Howdo you know a relationship is right with a certain person?? I said with considerablehesitation. Daddy stopped with hisdressing and stared off into space, I know when Daddy is giving something serious thought; he absentmindedly pulls his earlobe, something he was doing right now.?So I sat on the bed and waited, studying his face.? To say my father was beautiful would be agross over. A wet little fart with something in it parted her butt-crack, and she reached back to pull up the sodden skirt for the close-up. Maybe it was diarrhea? Oh fuck! She pressed the thought from her mind, and pushed again, thankfully feeling something more substantial just begin. She wavered on the ends of her toes, trying to do this, but closing her butt-crack on the little glob that presses from her. In any polite society function, she’d have had a fucking startled look on her face, and be.