I'm not sure how long I hung on to that faucet. I just know I was still in a haze as I somehow made my way up to my bedroom for a nice, long shower.
Is he f*****g my poor little daughter like that I wondered to myself. He's going to kill her. My daughter is going to die by d**k. How am I going to explain that to everyone? What am I going to put on her obituary?
“Darling Daughter Big Dicked to Death”, I mulled.
Geez, she was a lucky girl. Mommy couldn't help but be a little jealous.
“Mommy, I'm home!” I could hear as I got out of the shower. “Mom, where are you?” Janet yelled from downstairs.
“I'll be down in a minute, Dear,” I answered. I was so glad that Stevie helped me clean up before we headed our separate ways. I couldn't fathom any reasonable explanation for the mess Janet wou
