I pointed toward Robbie, then toward the sideline. He nodded, and called up Cory Wood to replace her.I ran toward Robbie, caught up, and steered her t...oward the sidelines. I parked her on a bench and ran to the coach.He grabbed my face mask and pulled me close until his forehead was almost touching my helmet. "What do you think you're doing out there?" he yelled."Playing football," I yelled back. "Ya see an opening, you go for it."The coach stared, then jerked me forward, his head bumping my. Didn't say a word. So I walked up to her, pulled her skinny naked body against mine, and started kissing her. She gasped, slid her tongue in my mouth, and we went at it. We were kissing, and I was rubbing her back, moving my hands down to her little ass, and around her legs. She was breathing really heavily, so I moved my fingers around to her waist. She gasped again, and I kept kissing her. I put my hands around her shoulders, and I was kissing her.I heard my step daughter say, "Wow. That's. I swear I’ll cut your pretty little throat.’ It was then that she realized the grave situation she was in. Jillian began to cry, but the sounds of her sobs were muffled by the intruder’s bare, wet hand. ‘Do you know what I came for?’ said the man, again directly into her right ear. Jillian was terrified and was only able to cry. Receiving no response, the stranger calmly repeated the question, pushing the blade of the knife harder into her neck. This forced an answer out of her and she. I found myself worrying about her when she wasn't home when she was supposed to, and feeling stupid when she'd trudge in with sacks of Groceries. I was content to let things continue until the night of her Housewarming party. I found myself floating (quite literally) around the room casually eavesdropping on conversations and keeping an ear out for anything negative about my girl. The last thing I ever expected was a "Sensitive" to show up.Let me explain, a "Sensitive" is like the second rung.