Daddy’s hands caressed her entire body from her cheeks to her mouth to her lips, through her hair and then down to her back and bottom, he even moved them to the front of her body where her ample breasts were and gently ran his fingers over them circling around where her nipples must have been under her pretty red dress.

Why did he like to do that to Her so much? I thought. Why did he never do that to me? I felt cheated as I watched them both together. I felt angry. Not so much at Daddy but at Debrah. She was the one who had made him...