He came to me in the night. It was always in the night. In the daylight we both pretended that there was no nightly visitation. But he was highly sexed, and since my mom died, he came to me often at night. He waited until I'd turned eighteen, but after that, he came for me.

"Dad . . ." I murmured, still only half awake.

"Shush. Take this."

I was on my back and he was straddling my chest with his knees and leaning over me, holding my arms out and above

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