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 fucking my poor little daughter like that I wondered to myself. He's going to kill her. My daughter is going to die by dick. 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...