Sarge wasn't criticizing her or her views, she realized, merely offering fatherly advice.But the debate was still open. And she didn't like losing deb...ates, even to kin."If I could have shot only the two percent I would have," she answered, tongue firmly in her cheek. "But wouldn't that have been even a smaller target?"Antonio licked his finger and mimed making a stroke on an invisible board, as if awarding a point."Besides," she went on, "he had that shotgun pointed right at one of us all the. I would stand where you could see me, or stretch out on the couch opposite you, and I could always feel your eyes on me, staring at my soft, smooth skin where it showed, gazing at my young delicate curves, undressing me in your imagination.No, don’t feel bad, daddy. I loved every minute of it. I could feel your wanting me, and… it made me feel special. It made me feel so good inside.But… that’s not all, daddy. There’s something more that I really wanted to tell you. Something specific that I.... I lost count of my orgasms. Alice and Joan literally worshipped my body, and I returned the favor to them. I don’t think I got three hours of sleep that night. They weren’t anything like they were at Autumn’s demonstration or their party. They are nice people. I like I them.”“Oh. So it looks like I have some competition.”June laughed. “You just might have,’ she smirked then went on. “You know better than even to think that. You are the one and only one that holds my heart. You’ll get to realize. So now you know my life story. I wasn’t too smart, but I took a chance and was damned lucky. And now I’m both smart and lucky.’ ‘What about Jennifer’s dad?’ I asked. ‘Couldn’t he have helped you?’ ‘That useless prick,’ she said scornfully. ‘Oh, I was in love, or thought I was. A boy from the church my oh-so-righteous parents went to. The preacher’s kid, if you must know. I was desperate for love, because I sure wasn’t getting any at home. He seemed to really care about me until I gave him what.