At nineteen he was good looking with slick black hair. He sported a wicked scar across his deep brown forehead, the scar a compliment from a father wh...o threw him out of the trailer. Now Yahoo was making more money in one month than his old man did in a decade. Yahoo didn’t care if the money came from selling drugs, it was a living. Yahoo looked up hearing cursing from Frank The dog, hearing the cursing came running over to House, and the man at the door hit the dog on the head with a baseball. . be honest with me."I knew what she was getting at. She wanted me to admit whether or not I wanted to fuck my daughter. I still had that urge to deny it. I wanted more than anything to just be able to find a rug somewhere and hide underneath it. Hide from her and hide from the other patrons at the bar and hide from myself and the truth. What good would that do though, and what harm would it do to say it out loud."Yes," I admitted."Yes what?" she asked giddily."I want to have sex with my. This motel owner loved me because I only used their rooms for an hourtop. I paid in cash as usual.When I came back to my car, I saw the whore texting. She was probablyreporting her whereabouts to her pimp. I fucked enough whores to knowthat this wasn't unusual.I went to our room and motioned her to come to it. I saw her text somemore than quickly got out of my car and walked towards me. I opened thedoor and entered. As soon as she followed, I closed the door andstarted to roughly grope. “Beth? Are you ok?” Keily asked“I’m ok. I feel tired,” Beth responded, unaware of what just happened to her. Her eyes still looked vacant.“Come on. Let’s go to my room,” Keily said. Beth followed her obediently and lay down on Keily’s bed. Keily undressed her friend, and immediately after, the young woman fell sleep. * * *A few hours later, almost at midnight, Beth woke up, this time fully conscious. She was wearing just her panties. Keily woke up too and sat on the bed, turning the light on..