. I just need a fucking dick real bad and I wind up going out and I get it. Times before, I would just sneak around and do it, and that... That real...ly hurt her and it hurt me, too, you know, doing that to her. I really do love her as a person, and sex with her is really good and all, but it's just not everything I really need, I guess, not all the time, anyway. I guess she finally understood that or whatever, and... Um, she started kind of helping me go out and, like, 'get my fix'. ‘So do you still go to that sushi restaurant we used to eat at all the time?’ she asked tentatively. He made a face, ‘Why?’ ‘Ok, this was a bad idea…I should go.’ She confessed as she turned away from him. ‘Wait!’ His hand shot out and grabbed hers. He did his best to ignore the electricity shooting up his arm from her warm hand. ‘I just wasn’t expecting to ever see you again and I’m reacting badly.’ He explained, ‘I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for a good reason.’ He saw her. As she fetched the bottle of whisky and a shot glass, Christine thought about the box that her sister had found in the attic of their parent's house, assuming it belonged to Christine because her name was on it. Much to Christine's surprise, the box had been Ron's. What was inside the box revealed that he'd fantasized about her, going so far as to keep revealing pictures of her and steal panties from the wash. She'd also found Vaseline in the box, and journals that told her beyond any shadow of. "Ohhhhh, Daddy...It's so good. Please Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me Daddy!" "O.K. baby girl, Daddy's going to fuck his little girl good now. Here goes honey," and I started banging her hard and fast. "Daddy's fucking his little girl good now." "Yes, yes, yes...oh, Daddy, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Daddy....." "Yes, baby, Daddy's fucking you now. Daddy's going to fuck his little girl a lot from now on. You like that sweetheart? You want Daddy to fuck you a lot?" "Oh yes, Daddy. Oh,.