He did. He would watch me as I crossed the dining room or the path from my room to my bedroom. I started to walk nude to the bathroom for a shower, an...d on nights when I was masturbating, I’d leave my door open. After a couple weeks of playing cat and mouse I picked the perfect day to seduce him. Well actually, you could say the perfect night. It was a special night, Daddy’s poker night. He was just with his boys and my mother went to her friend’s house. I made sure to wear something that would. On the other hand, if I got off a few stops early, hailed a cab and took it to someplace near another station and then took the train the rest of the way, I'd bypass the main terminal and be much less likely to be spotted.It would also leave less of a back-trail. That was the way to go, I decided. I'd actually started the first leg of the trip before I had an even better idea.Long before I was born there used to be a railroad that ran from the inner Virginia suburbs well out into the country.. You stood over thescene, looking down on your disciples and your victim, savouring this straight woman?sinitiation into your private and secret world were there were no limits on fetishand no restrains on your powers. My strugglesslowly diminished to a resignation of my state, and a fear of what ?delights?you would force upon me. My husband and daughters would all be concerned at mynon appearance in the airports concourse, and even now I foolishly imagined thepolice force scanning the airport.. ”“I’m not equating you and Yavara.” I cocked my head, and studied him. “You have doubts about her. Are you trying to glean something from me about her? Do you want me to regale you with stories of her glorious childhood to reassure you of her character? Fine then. When Yavara was a kid, she was a little snot who could run fast and shoot arrows. People thought it was adorable. When she was a teenager, she grew tits and an ass, and played hard-to-get with every bachelor in Bentius. Everyone.