The Secretary

Chapter 4

Gina walked to the door of Clayton’s office that Friday afternoon to let him know she was leaving for home and to wish him a good weekend. As she raised her hand in goodbye, he stopped her cold, pointing a thick digit at the chair in front of his desk.

“Don’t rush off, baby,” he quickly said. “Sit down and let’s talk a bit. I’ve a feeling my interest in your daughter Sara caused you a bit of grief.”

The young woman did as she was told but felt vexed over not having an appropriate reply already in mind. Gina had rightly guessed the man would sooner or later want to know why she didn’t appear all that excited over his request to meet Sara.

“Well,” she hesitatingly began, and then paused, as she lowered herself into the chair. Gina’s eyes looked down to the purse in her lap, focusing on her hands nervously rubbing at the ribbing on its flap. “It’s just that I want to keep my work here separate from my home life, and Sara is so busy with school work and all.”

Clayton closely watched as Gina struggled to pathetically justify why she didn’t want him to get close to the girl. His cock twitched in his pants as the salacious thought of pulling the young beauty to him, having his way with her youthful and very tight little body. Gina’s anxiety was kindling the kind of fire in his loins he hungered for. It pleased him greatly.

“Gina!” he said loudly. “Enough! I don’t want to hear any pitiful excuses. When you went to work here you were made to realize I’m not the kind to tolerate such pathetic displays. Your home life and work life are one and the same to me. I totally refuse to listen to any half-ass excuses or explanations. You are being paid extremely well. In fact, over twice what you’d make anywhere else with your background. I own you, girl. I expect you to do as you are told. I won’t settle for anything less, not from you or your daughter.”

The young mother felt a bolt of lightning blast through every fiber of her being. If she wouldn’t have been sitting down at the time, Gina was sure she would have collapsed to the floor. Her current situation was much worse that she could have ever imagined.

Clayton continued, “I went back over your application form, Gina. And I now know that Sara will turn 18-years-old next Tuesday. I expect to take both of you out to celebrate her birthday. Then you’ll both come back to my home. Now, if it’s a matter of money,” the man paused, feeling sure she would raise her eyes at the mention of cold, hard cash. And that she did; Gina’s eyes briefly came up to look him in the face. “If it’s about money, baby, I’ll make sure she gets a nice sum as a birthday present. I know young girls love nothing more than to go out and do a bit of shopping, now and again. And, of course, I’ll make sure you get a nice bonus this next week, too. You will find I am very accommodating in that way.”

Gina had only looked into his eyes for a few seconds. She knew, though, in that little of time, that the man meant what he said. He was actually expecting Sara to prostitute herself out to him. And, by offering her a bonus too, Clayton was compensating her for letting him have his way with her young daughter.

“Sara isn’t ready, sir,” she began, struggling to find the words she needed to adequately express herself. “I mean,” she started but hesitated. There was yet another uncomfortable pause. “I mean she doesn’t do that, sir.”

The large man hissed. “Don’t tell me she doesn’t do that. I won’t hear it. She’ll do as she is told just like you will do as you are told. Any further discussion is futile. You have four days to get her ready and in the right frame of mind. And I want both of you bring some sexy lingerie. I will be taking pictures.”

With that said, the man stood up and fished a money-clip out of his left pants pocket. He removed three one hundred dollar bills, walked around his desk and held the money out in front of Gina.

Gina’s hands didn’t move. She was grasping the flap of the purse in her lap so tightly her fingers had turned white. The large man took her hesitation for taking the money in the wrong way. He reached back into his pocket for the money-clip and pulled off two more hundred-dollar bills, adding them to the other three.

“There,” he said. “Take that. Spend it as you wish. But I expect some of it to go toward some sexy and very skimpy clothes for your photo session.”

Gina’s mind had gone into a stupor. She stared at his extended hand holding the five hundred dollars blankly and unfocused.

“Take the money, damn it!” Clayton exclaimed. He knew the moment the woman’s hand touched the money she would never be able to let go. The central point of this whole transaction came down to that very thing happening. Her taking possession of the money would seal the deal, and Sara would be as good as already sitting on his hard cock.

The young woman was roused out of her daze by his loud command. She then focused her eyes on the extended hand and the bills it held. Gina had not even seen five hundred dollars cash at one time and in one sum her entire life. Living paycheck to paycheck, having her wages automatically deposited and having written checks to pay rent, utilities and such, she felt compelled to snatch the money right out of his hand. Though she had let go of her purse with her right hand, she was reluctant to reach out and take the offering.

“Go ahead,” Clayton said; his voice now just a whisper. “Go ahead. Take it. Go shopping. Use it however you wish.” The large man deviously smiled. “Don’t let Sara waste her good looks for nothing. I’m willing to pay for the very thing she will soon be giving away to selfish, immature boys. Don’t let her blow a chance to earn some badly needed money.”

What the man said rattled Gina. Never had her mind been in such turmoil. It surprised her when the thought of seeing the large man’s hands on her daughter gave her a brief sexual rush. Slowly Gina raised her right hand and lightly grasped the ends of the bills with her thumb and index finger. Clayton clamped down tightly on the bills.

Gina looked up into the man’s eyes. It only then occurred to her what he was waiting for.

“Okay,” she said in a whisper, sealing her daughter’s fate, selling her body and soul to the large, dominating man. When he released his hold on the money, Gina knew the deal had been struck. The devil himself had just stepped into their lives. The young mother all of the sudden felt so guilty, so dirty, so soiled.

“Good girl,” Clayton said, smiling wickedly. He lowered his right hand to Gina’s right breast and squeezed it firmly. “I knew you would make the right decision.”

Gina pushed the money into her purse, waited for the man to release her breast and stood up. He then pulled her into him, kissing her lips and cheek. His right hand moved down to her butt, which he began rubbing and squeezing forcefully.

“I’m so very pleased you’re willing to sacrifice so much for me, baby. From now on, whenever we are alone like this, I expect you to call me master. Do you understand? It is only fitting for you to do so.”

She immediately realized the large man could do nothing more to humiliate her or establish his domination any more determinedly over her. She had just made a pact with the devil. The money in her purse was a pitiful exchange for such submission.

Gina winced but nodded her head. “Yes, Master”

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The young woman’s walk home was a blur. Her mind was in a state of chaos; she had a knot in the pit of her stomach like none she had ever experienced. Yet, with all this, a sexually crude and indiscriminate lust was building deep within her, which kept rising to take control of her consciousness thought and emotions. No matter how much she tried to tune it out, it was there, making itself known and begging to take control, urging her to once again picture her precious Sara being wantonly used by the large man.

The plans she had made would now have to change. She knew it was time to go see her Uncle Walt. For more years than she could count, he had been her sounding board. Surely, he would know how she should handle her present situation.

Her evening at home with Sara passed without incident. The teenager didn’t pick up on her mother’s emotional state. Partly that had been due to the fact they had hurried off to do some shopping at their local supermarket, and Gina had promised her daughter she would be able to choose any treats she would like for her upcoming birthday.

Early Saturday morning, Gina left Sara at home watching TV while she made a trip out to Uncle Walt’s place in the country. And as she had figured, the older man had already done a full day’s work by the time she pulled into his driveway a little before noon.

”Hey, girl!” her uncle called out, walking out onto the large porch of his country home drying his hands with a dishtowel. “Come on in, I was just about to sit down for a bit of lunch.”

The man was nearing fifty, but Gina couldn’t help but appreciate the hardness of his body, mostly owed to the fact he had worked so hard on his small farm every single day of his adult life. And his farm had just been a hobby, though it did bring in good income. From the time Uncle Walt graduated from high school, he had worked his way up the ropes in a local defense plant. He had been a chief line engineer for nearly twenty years, making wages that would make a banker jealous.

But Walt lived a fairly simple life. He still drove a fifteen year-old pickup truck, wore old blue jeans and work shirts with numerous holes and tears he jokingly referred to as ventilation equipment, ate simple foods and enjoyed simple worldly pleasures.

“And how are you doing?” Gina asked, walking up the broad steps to the porch and hugging her uncle.

“Damn good,” he said, smiling broadly. He leaned into Gina and kissed her cheek. “Come in, honey. I’ve been slow cooking a big ol’ pot of beans all morning, made some macaroni and cheese and put on a big pan of cornbread. I’ve been feeling a bit carbohydrate deficient.” With that, he laughed out loud and pulled the screen door open for her to enter the country home.

Gina so loved the man. His laugh, personality and being close to him made her feel so wonderful, so protected, so secure. But above that, she knew he really did love her for who she was. There never had been any pretensions about the man. He was down-to-earth, loving, enjoyed life and made sure everyone around him did the same. She had often wondered if his staying single all those years might not have had a lot to do with making him that way.

His large old ranch style home was so restful and magnificent in its simplicity. Walt had the home built, acting as his own contractor, when he wasn’t yet 25-years-old. The large master bathroom was twice the size of any she had ever seen and showed just how much common sense the man had. The washer and dryer were centered along one wall with more cabinets and countertop space around them than most kitchens have. Walt had once commented on how he thought it was stupid to undress, shower and then walk to a distant utility room or basement to wash or deposit clothes. Though he maintained a dresser full of things and a large walk-in closet in his bedroom, most of the clothes he wore everyday were right there inside cabinets in the bathroom.

Gina walked straight to the kitchen after entering the house. It had always been central to all activity in the hone. The smell of the large pot of beans was heavenly. Walt walked over to the coffee pot, pulled a cup out of a cabinet, set it down in front of Gina at the kitchen table and filled it.

“Thanks,” she said, looking up into her uncle’s face. “I need that.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I thought as much. You look a bit troubled. Things going okay?” He filled his coffee cup and sat down next to her.

She rolled the meaty edge of her hands on the table, opening and closing her fingers around the hot cup of coffee. “It’s mostly about this new job I started last Monday.”

“Oh?” he quickly interjected. “New job? When did that happen? I thought you were still working for that asshole.”

Gina laughed and shook her head. “Nope. Different job, different asshole.”

“Oh, damn!” came Walt’s reply with a grimace.

“Yeah,” she said, turning and giving her Uncle a frown of her own. “You know me and assholes. I seem to attract them.”

“Well there does seem to be a lot of ‘em out there, last I checked. But I don’t think you attract ‘em, honey. I think one just can’t help but bump into ‘em now and again. Just too damn many of ‘em. Ya just can’t miss ‘em all.”

Gina laughed out loud. “Well I wish they’d make some kind of radar to help us avoid them.”

“Yeah,” replied Walt. “Yeah, that would be a damn good thing to have.”

After a few moments of silence, Gina told her uncle all about her troubles. He sat quietly, as he always had done, listening intently to her. This was something else that made Uncle Walt such a jewel. He was the best listener she had ever known.

“Damn!” he exclaimed, once she had finished her story. “He is a dominating piece of shit, ain’t he? But I figured you being as old as you are that you’d have known that. There are a lot of guys like him, honey. It’s all a control thing mostly. They just can’t be happy unless they have people under them they can manipulate. Sex is only part of it. It’s mostly about needing to always be in control. And, being rich just makes it that much easier to do. When one has money and power, one has to do nothing but sit back and let poorer, submissive subjects come to them. It’s like they seek each other out.”

“You say it’s partly my fault?” Gina asked.

“Yeah, honey, it is,” her uncle honestly replied. “You’ve always been an easy target, which to them means easy prey. It’s just the way you are. I’ve always known that. Those years you and Sara lived with me . . . well, you know . . . I dominated you, and you loved what we had together as much as I did.”

Gina picked up her cup and sipped what was now lukewarm coffee. The man noticed that fact and went back to the coffee pot. He took her cup to the sink, poured out the old, and refreshed the cup.

“So you’re saying that I’m a sucker for that? I’ll always seek that kind of man out, or they will find me?”

“No,” he said. “Not like that. I’m just saying you are more prone to end up attached to such a man. There’s no good or bad in it unless, of course, someone gets hurt. But that happens in every kind of relationship. You just need to be who you are. If it troubles you to go through with it, then I suggest you seek out a gentler man for a relationship. But that’s really hard to do when you have a job that pays what he is paying you. Honestly, that is a fantastic wage around these parts. But his demanding to be with Sara is going way, way too far.”

“So? What are you saying?”

“I’m not. Personally, though, and you know me, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea. I’d have walked out of the man’s office the first night and never looked back, great wages or no. But this is something you and Sara have to work out.”

Gina looked a bit put out. “A lot of help you’ve been.”

“Sorry,” Walt said with a bit of a long face. “But there again, you know what I’ve always wanted.”

Her demeanor changed immediately. Gina giggled at her uncle. “Yeah, I know what you’ve always wanted. Sara told me about you having her sit on your lap and using her little butt massage your hard old cock.”

Walt laughed out loudly. “Oh. She told you about that, did she?”

“Yes, she did,” Gina confessed. “And it seems your early ripening little niece loved every second of it. Also, it seems she listened in on and watched us almost constantly over those years.”

“A regular peeping tom,” Walt replied with a grin. “It doesn’t surprise me a bit, being that she is your daughter and all.”

Gina slapped Uncle Walt’s arm playfully. “You nasty old bastard. Why did I ever come out here and expect you to be serious about things.”

“Because you know I love you, honey. I always have and always will,” Walt replied, looking his niece in the eyes.

Gina slid out of her chair and into her uncle’s lap. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “Not as much as I’ve loved you.”

“Why don’t you girls move in with your old uncle again, honey. You know I’d love nothing more. And besides, when I’m dead and gone, all this will be yours.”

“What?” Gina exclaimed.

“Think about it, honey. Who else would your dear old Uncle Walt leave all this to. You do realize all the other family is mostly just a bunch of bastards and bitches. We just happen to be the only normal ones living.”

Gina joined Walt in laughing hysterically over that line. As screwed up as Gina’s world seemed to be right at this moment in time, her uncle had pretty much just summed up her entire existence.

She shifted her butt and lowered her left hand to Walt’s crotch, pinching down lightly on his cock. “This right here just happens to be the birthday present I wanted Sara to have.” Gina felt her uncle’s cock instantly begin to harden and come to life. “I thought you would like hearing that.”

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about that little girl,” he confessed.

“Really?” Gina said in faux surprise. “I never would have guessed.”

Walt placed his left fingers around his niece’s left waist. “You know me better than that. Don’t be a tease. I’ve often laid back in my bed imagining Sarah opening her mouth to suck my cock into that beautiful little mouth of hers. And I imagine she would do it just as hungrily and nasty as you do.” The man then smiled, leaned his head forward and kissed Gina on her cheek.

“Me, nasty!” she exclaimed. “You old pervert, you! Calling me nasty!”

They both laughed out loud. Uncle Walt leaned forward in his chair. Gina was pushed off his lap and back to her feet.

“Come!” Walt ordered, reaching out, grasping Gina’s right hand and pulling her toward his bedroom. “I’ve thought of little else lately then sucking on that little pussy of yours.”

Gina giggled loudly and playfully struggled against her uncle’s efforts to pull her through the door of his large bedroom.

“Come here you little cunt!” Walt exclaimed, grinning lustfully at his niece, pulling her through the door and pushing her face down into the bed. Gina made efforts to stand, but the man forcefully pinned her down with his left hand.

“No, please, don’t!” Gina cried out. “Not this! Please!”

Walt moved his right hand under Gina’s waist to unhook the belt and unfasten her jeans. “Shut the fuck up!” he angrily yelled out. Seconds later the man was tugging her jeans and panties down and off her butt and legs. Gina kicked and thrashed about.

“No, please, mister, please,” she continued to cry.

The man paid no heed. Pulling savagely at her pants and panties, he pulled them off her feet in one hard fluid motion. He kept his left hand in the middle of her back. His right then moved back up to massage the flesh of her hard, round little ass.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you want. Just please don’t hurt me.”

Walt smiled at how spontaneous Gina had always been playing their little games. She had always been instantly able to get into character.

The man’s cock was as hard as it ever had been. He rolled her over and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Walt fell to his knees then lifted and spread Gina’s legs, opening them widely. The man wasted not time. He lowered his mouth to her slit and began attacking it savagely with his tongue, running it roughly up and down the opening and ultimately finding her erect clit. He teased it with his tongue then pushed in to bite down on it with his lips. Gina thrashed about wildly under him, yelping out in sexual delight.

“Ahhhhh!” she cried out, lifting her hips even harder into her uncle’s mouth.

Walt said nothing. He kept sucking and licking loudly at her pussy, running his tongue into her inner folds and fucking his niece with it.

Gina reached down with both hands to grasp her uncle’s head. “Fuck, yes!” she cried out. “Eat me! Eat me hard!”

The man complied. His niece’s pussy was sloppy wet. Her aroma excited him. He anxiously reached down to unzip and unbutton his pants, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock from its confinement. Walt then lifted his hands to Gina’s outer thighs and caressed her firm, youthful flesh, as his mouth continued to eat nosily at her cunt.

No woman had ever excited him so much, and Walt had known many women intimately over the years. As Gina squirmed away under him, he suddenly became jealous of her new boss. He couldn’t allow himself to lose Gina again. He loved her. She was like no other woman to have ever come into his life. Walt sucked up his niece’s wetness, savoring her taste, so wanting her to be only his.

Walt raised his long middle finger to her cunt. It slid easily into the sloppy pussy. He soon added his index finger and began finger-fucking her. Gina thrashed about and vocalized her enjoyment in gasps, ooohs and aaahs.

Visions of his first time with Gina began filling his mind. He had been so overwhelmingly excited. Walt had often fantasized about tempting the girl to come visit him out at his country home on a Saturday. Though, he never thought things would have happened as they did. He remembered picking her up that Friday evening. His sister and her new husband were taking off for the weekend to spend time with the new in-laws in a town some three hours away. When Gina’s mother had asked him to take her for the weekend, as Gina didn’t want to go on the trip, his cock had gotten instantly hard. It was even better than he had dreamed.

Gina had always been such a tease. Added to that was the fact she was such a beautiful girl with a body most any grown woman would have envied. Though Walt had playfully felt of her over the years, patting her butt, holding her to him, running his hands over her firm young body and rubbing his cock against her, he had never taken any other chances with the girl. Though, he oftentimes had laid back in his bed at night and stroked his cock, imagining what it would be like to be with her, fantasizing over all kinds of nasty adventures and even believing one day she would be his.

Then along came little Sara. Early on, it became obvious she would have her mother’s same seductive eyes, the same sexy little mouth that curled up so nicely at the corners, the same form, the same naturally sexy movement as she walked about. When he pulled her onto his lap, she moved about in such a way to let him know she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. He was sure, if he would had wanted to press things, the girl would have complied with anything he desired. That thought nearly drove him crazy. It was all he could do to control that urge. But control it he did.

And now, Walt thought, little Sara would be used by a man who cared nothing more about her than the fact she was a young, firm piece of ass, a sexual plaything. That thought suddenly rankled him.

Gina convulsed under him, yelling out uninhibitedly in climax. Walt quick raised himself to cover her. His hard cock slid into his niece’s sloppy pussy in one movement. As always, Gina instantly got into it again. She was never the type to roll over, gasp for air and turn cold. Once his niece’s little fuck-switch got turned on, she was good to go and go and go.

Walt plunged his hard cock in and out of his niece’s messy cunt. He lowered his mouth to her cheek, neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and sucking at her flesh, relishing the taste, the smell and the heat of the young woman. Gina wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down, urging him to ride her harder.

She raised her legs higher, permitting him to plunge fully and deeply into her hot cunt. Finally, Walt’s body jerked. Sensual electricity fired through him. He collapsed atop his niece.

Gina raised both hands, grasping Walt’s head on either side, pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed each other deeply and lovingly. Gina then moved her head along side his and sucked at the air, badly needing it to feel her lungs.

After some long seconds, Walt rolled off his niece. “Damn, girl!” he exclaimed, breathlessly. “There ain’t no woman ever was born as good as you are.”

Gina broke into a laugh. “You lying old bastard,” she giggled out. “I bet you say that to all your girls. “

“Hell,” he began, pausing to suck in more air. “You know better than that.”

All was quiet for a long minute as they lay there next to each other. Walt brought a hand up to his chest.

“I don’t want him to be Sara’s first,” Walt said flatly.

Gina turned her head to face her uncle. “I expected you to say something like that.”

Walt’s head then turned, and he looked Gina in the eyes. “Keep her away from the bastard. I mean it.”

“But you know it will cost me my job,” Gina said, suddenly fearful of the reality of her situation.

“There are lots of jobs, honey,” he replied.

“Not like what he pays. I spent weeks looking for a job that would pay even half of what he is paying me.”

Walt felt frustrated that his niece had not reasoned everything out. “But, Gina, he’ll dump you as soon as he gets tired of you and Sara. Don’t you see that? Haven’t you thought all this out. He’ll use you up and spit you out. You were the one who told me how many girls had worked for him. Think about that. Hell, the man goes through women like disposable diapers.”

Gina rolled her head back and stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom. She knew Walt was right, but she had been too eager to land the job, to make it work, to have a better paycheck.

“What should I do?”

Walt rolled onto his side and faced his niece. He brought his right hand up to support his head.

“It’s time for you and Sara to come live with me again. Fuck the family. I could give a shit less what they think. You remember Hank?”

Gina didn’t understand the question. The image of an older friend of Walt’s came into her mind. “Hank?” she responded. “Yeah, I know him. Why?”

“He’s got a job at his company for a contact rep. You could do that job blindfolded. And hell, it’s only about three miles from here. I wouldn’t know what it pays, though. But that don’t matter none, don’t you see? If you lived with me again, you wouldn’t have to pay rent, utilities, groceries or anything. It only makes sense, honey. I so want you to be with me. And Sara, too.”

Gina deeply wanted to say yes. She had so wanted to hear those words come out of Walt’s mouth for such a long time. She loved Walt so much. But she couldn’t stand to think about putting up with all of the crap from the family again. She couldn’t help but think they all knew what Walt and her had been doing all those years. Gina really should not have given a shit less, as she rarely ever saw anyone besides Walt and her mother anyway. She lifted her hands and covered her face.

“No, Walt. We can’t go through all that again,” she painfully replied.

“You worry too damn much what everyone else thinks, honey. Fuck ‘em!”

There was a pause. Finally, she rolled to her right, sat upright on the edge of the bed and reached down for her panties and jeans. She brought them up and covered her naked crotch but made no effort to put them on. Gina lowered her head, focused on her pants and just sat there staring, motionless.

“You know I’m right,” Walt added.

Gina turned her head to look at her uncle still lying there on his back. “Yeah, I know. But it isn’t all that easy.”

“Hell,” he began. “It seems damn easy to me.”

“I’ve gotta go,” she said.

Walt jumped off the bed. “No, not yet. Stay and eat a little something first. We need to talk all this out.”

Gina shook her head, coming out of her daze. She separated her panties from her jeans, stood and walked off to Walt’s bathroom.

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Some minutes later, Walt lowered a large plate of food to the table before his niece. They ate slowly. Not a word was said. Each was lost in thought. Gina finally pushed her plate away. She was too distraught to eat another bite.

“So?” he asked, breaking the long silence. “What are you thinking?”

Gina sat back in her chair. “I’ll put him off till next weekend. I’ll make up some excuse. But I’ll bring Gina over her Tuesday night instead. I’m guessing you’ll have a birthday present ready?” She then smiled mischievously at her uncle.

“I’m glad you at least made that concession. It would have hurt me deeply if you’d have given Sara to that man without considering my feelings,” he said, returning Gina’s impish smile.

“You know this is just as wrong and maybe even more so than letting him use her,” Gina stated.

“I could give a shit less whether your boss ever gets to even shake her hand. I don’t like any of it. Not one bit, Gina. I’ve just offered you an out. You don’t need that fucking job. If you two would move back in with me, you’ll have more free money to do things with than you ever had in your life. You know damn good and well that I will pay and will continue to pay all the bills around here. Any money you make you can use anyway you choose.”

Gina put her silverware upon her plate, stood and moved the dish to the counter by the kitchen sink. “I know you’re right, but I just can’t right now, though I’ll promise you one thing. If I get fired, Sara and I’ll move back in with you. I have to try to make this work. Don’t ask me why. It’s just something I must do.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong to do it, Gina,” Walt quickly added. “There really isn’t any point. You know the bastard is going to fire you sooner or later. He’ll be looking for a new and younger piece of ass. It’s only a matter of time.”

Gina washed her hands at the sink and reached for a paper towel to dry them. She turned back around to face her uncle, leaning back into the countertop. “All I can do is promise right now, promise to come back if things don’t work out.”

And that is how things were left between Walt and Gina that Saturday. She knew her uncle would offer what he did. It had always been the same old story. He wanted the two of them back under his roof. She knew Walt wanted Sara badly, to use her as she had been used over those years. Actually, it wasn’t such a bad trade-off. The thought of it wasn’t nearly as vexing as many other options she could have taken over the years.

Gina had to prove to herself she could make it on her own. To have involved Sara the way in which she now had happened to be nothing more than a quirk of fate. She would have given anything not to have put that photo of Sara on her desk at the office, anything to have not let Clayton see it the way he did. It was all her fault. She accepted the blame. But she also accepted the fact that Sara was going to be sexually active soon anyway. If letting the man use her now and again would allow her to keep her job, then it was a price that would have to be paid.

Those thoughts aroused Gina. Images of her new boss running his hand down Sara’s stomach, his fingers moving slowly and gently over her daughter’s youthful skin, gave her a rush. She had fantasized so long over seeing Sara used like the little whore she was.