It took a while before I returned to my father. The startling noise of a honking car drew my attention to our backyard. I felt it! I was his daughter, of course I wished to pretend this never happened. But there was more than enough room for one person. I could vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft. Even in his sleeping state, he must have felt glee at conquering a woman’s privates. It was after an hour of driving when my interest piqued and I shot my father a curious gaze. The only sense I could still rely on was my hearing. Every time I breathed in, I could smell fresh nature around me. Something had entered me. One of his hands soon grew tired of merely cupping my breast. “I miss your mother, of course. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my crotch. I’d simply need to remain silent. The car eventually took a turn, and entered a rough trail that led into a forest.
