She had nowhere to go and nothing to do but to act as a vessel, used for their ignominious pleasure. She gagged, but her father stayed lodged inside her. In the kitchen, Hazel raised an eyebrow. Her heart thudded in her chest and she understood that she was now a sexual being capable of desire, and, as evidenced by her teacher’s moves on her, of being desired. He was so spooked, he nearly dropped it. Finally, Ivy was able to sit up. Warrick’s eyes slowly widened as the man began to deliberately strip his young partner of her clothing. It was the first time she was able to watch anyone having sex up close. After the excitement he had over the weekend, he wished he would have just taken a sick day and had some time to himself to process all the events he had heard about, seen, and done. When he hit play, he was greeted with a grainy, low-light, VHS rip of an older man and a young girl.
