If only I had been able to resist any future temptation after that first dreaded accident, denying any further requests from my wife to allow her to put our daughter into our bed for her own safety.”
Leaving with no guilt and $40,000 in cash from the hiding place that a loose floorboard covered in his private office, I would walk out that day with the intention of never again laying eyes on my mother and father. I’m sure though he has never told my mother. So why don’t I just rush up to them? My naked bottom, my nubile little pussy, he would even use my tiny feet. He must, considering the memoirs were hidden in the same place as his emergency money. I still cannot account for my behavior other than to say it was atrocious, at best, and that I became this malignant being almost addicted to something I knew I should not be doing.
