I was furious, I left the laptop as I had found it and headed to my room. I needed to clear my head, so I slipped into my running gear and headed out ...the door. My mind was in turmoil. I hadn’t worried when the pictures were of other women, but now they were of me...and what about the folder title, did he mean it, did he really want to fuck me? As I pounded the lanes I began to calm down and it was then that I began to form a plan. By the time I had returned to the house, I was totally in. It's the everyday supple and constant hammering on the psyche of a child, which pushes them down so far into denial, that they see their abusers as their protectors, and their protectors as their abusers.It took me years to finally accept the facts as they really are, to acknowledge that I had been abused and neglected, and to see their justifications... as nothing more than justifications.I began psychiatric counseling shortly after my divorce, and will remain in counseling for many more. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of Tom's sins would have been laid bare! She was suddenly aware of this tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself. It was a defense mechanism, she thought. This... this thing that was growing between them... it mustn't be allowed to get any bigger. It's head must be chopped off here and now. She must not agree with Kevin in anything. She must not feel that close to him... but oh, she did!Now he lay his hand in an. Her father filled her mouth again and again until his stream became dribble. Sharleen smacked her lips in satisfaction, "Daddy, I have been stupid to miss this treat all these days. Promise me even if you cannot fuck me at least you will let me have your delicious drink." Benjamin laughed at his daughter's desires, "Sweetheart the best and sweetest drink is the one I am about to enjoy." Sharleen stood by the side of toilet and put her one foot on the opposite rim thus bringing her cunt right.