“Me too,” Tricia answered. “But this is a dream. And look at it.” She turned to her younger sister. “Do you see it? This train. It’s not j...ust some random dream imagery. It represents our life. It’s our destiny. Look how long it goes. There are not just miles ahead of us, there are years ahead of us. You, me, her ... we’re all just possibilities of the infinite set of all Tricia Sanchezes. And Joey has given us this gift to see it.“Tricia Sanchez’s life doesn’t stop here. It keeps going. Some of. I could see it in her eyes. She wants Daddy to spank her hard.”“She takes after her mother.” Then Daddy glanced at me as I stood by his chair. “And her sister.”“We're nothing alike,” I gasped. “She's such a brat. She never obeys and always is causing trouble. Look, she just left her bag in the middle of the living room and—”“Quiet, slave.”I clamped my mouth shut and lowered my head. “Yes, Daddy.”Alice scampered back down the stairs, her face flushed, a thick, leather belt coiled in her hands.. For the next several months I would visit the adult bookstore about twice a week and averaged staying about an hour during the week and two hours on Saturday. That is how I learned my craft at sucking dick. Not to be too braggadocios, but I can make a guy cum really quick from my oral and ball massaging skills. Sometimes guys would stick their peter through the zipper or underwear flap which made it impossible to work those nuts but I still managed just fine. That reminded me of one guy that. I asked Dad about her and he shook his head 'No' saying not qualified. Crossing the conference room to her, touching her lightly on the shoulder, I offered her a tissue. "Thank you miss," she spoke in a soft voice. Her green eyes were red and tearful as she dabbed at her eyes and nose. Her neatly combed, short-cropped brown hair and slightly wrinkled, well-fitted clothing to her slim body gave her a masculine appearance. Behind her was a forlorn fully stuffed duffel bag."Is everything alright.