She too watched the couple on the couch in a contemplative, semi-hypnotic state, although as her father glanced at her, she turned her head and gazed ...back at him neutrally, no resentment or fear left. Well! Roger thought, perhaps there's still a possibility with Louise, too! She's still naked and should be getting turned on again.No one in the room noticed the visitor.Why, after all, should they have? No one had ever appeared at those small, rather grimy, half-forgotten basement windows up at. ‘You little slut,’ he said, hitting me again. I was ready this time, shielding my face, and he hit the side of my head. My ear was ringing. I peeked out to see Danny, open-mouthed behind him. ‘You’re coming with me,’ Danny said, reaching for me. My father struck out at him, knocking him into my desk, spilling papers everywhere. ‘She’s not going anywhere.’ ‘Please go,’ I whispered. ‘He’ll kill you.’ Danny hesitated, his hand still reaching for me. My father lifted me by my hair, pulling me off. “I’m Misty.” She whispered. Her voice was soft, sultry and very sexy. The side of my mouth started to curl up into a smile as Misty showed off her perfect smile with a glint in her bright blue eyes. Slowly edging forward, Misty opened her mouth as she pushed it against my closed mouth. I was so shocked at how she just carried on as normal. I parted my lips to let her lingering tongue enter. I’d only ever kissed a girl once before and it wasn’t as passionate as this. My body surged forward in. I gathered Hofmannsthal was re-writing his version of Sophocles for Strauss to set. I was silent.“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but.