Just as I put in in the oven, my favorite “oldies” song came on. You want to be a good wife some day, don’t you?”
“Yes, Dad,” I whispered. I imagined I could see her pulse in that finger as it gradually tightened its grip. The light hurt my eyes, and I was too scared to look at my father anyway. Do you understand?”
I was too terrified to speak. It was over. Usually Dad just used his hand, which was bad enough, and usually I was dressed, at least in my underwear. We will not hurt you if you put your weapon down.”
Somehow, I walked downstairs and opened the door. “Now Ralph, you know she can’t tell you that. “Panties too.”
I struggled to get my panties down while still covering my breasts with my hand and arm.
