That's what she had thought then amid a swirl of cats' eyes and the scent of Rosemary as she splayed out like an Ichthus scratched onto a Roman floor.... That's what the girl had thought, wrongly, in her ignorance. There are no prayers uttered in jest, neither from a Gotham rooftop nor from the high places of Tophet: So now she was obligated. Now she was compelled. She had sacrificed her innocence, so now she had an Owner, so now she had a Watchdog.She was driven on. She had to finish the work. I slowly worked it in and out loosening my hole more with every cycle. After a few minutes I was going to town on my ass and was so caught up in the pleasure I didn"t even notice my dad standing in the doorway watching me. I was kind of embarrased but knew that he understood why I liked it. The next thing that happened was the last thing that I ever suspected. My dad then entered my room and closed the door behind him. He then walked to me, sat down on my bed, and unbuttoned his pants. "I have. Snuggling the covers in tight to herself, the light filtered in through the window to warm their nest. Her eyelids pressed shut. The bed felt too big for just her. It always did when she was alone. The emptiness was made all the more obvious as she listened to him getting ready to leave for the office. She blinked her eyes opened again, staring at the pattern of beams in the ceiling above her. The smell and memory of him from the passionate night they’d shared was still lingering. The scent of. She refused saying how could she go out with me and she even doesn’t have clothes of our standards and the one she is wearing now is also a old night suit dii gave her. I told her that dii has asked me to buy clothes for her and make her roam about and make her happy. And for clothes problems, I would take out Didiiiiiii ‘s something if she promises she could clean it and keep it back nicely do that didii doesn’t get to know about this. She was scared and confused but had to follow my orders.I.