I was at birthday pool party for a friend’s 18th birthday. There was rum and vodka and beer. The parents were in Europe. Lots of noise, girls thrown in the pool, others lost their tops to bad boys. I walked into the house looking for a bathroom and my best friend was on the floor with some guy on top of her. I tried grabbing him around the neck and he tossed me across the room and came over to me angry. I got up and ran into a bedroom, and he followed. Trapped, he got my bottoms off and was on top of me between my legs and I felt him enter me. I became pregnant, he married me to avoid legal consequences.

I had two more kids, I’ve been married thirty three years, my best friend was also penetrated, but I pulled him off of her. Neither me or my best friend have ever broken the spell he has on us. We walk the walk he wants us to, we pick up after him. We cook his meals, do his laundry, and we’ve birthed his babies. When we locked ourselves in a bedroom, he busted the door in. He chooses us, he has his own bedroom for when he gets tired of us. When he walks into our bedroom it’s time to go bare bottom, Daddy’s there, and we don’t want to keep him waiting.