his daughter laid in bed she was a captive audience
she knew it
he knew it
hed always taken advantage of his children no matter how old they got that was his right he was their father unfortunately their mother wasnt there to try to protect them she would have tried
he would have went over the top
of her
she could placate her daughters all she wanted
he saw things through different eyes an he let themhis wife his daugfhters know let them know exactly how he saw things
they could like it or lump it
they were adults
an as adults he didnt pull his punches why would he he raised his daughters to be adults not to hide behind their Mommies skirt
who the fuck would respect that
they had two legs to stand on
challenge away
he wasnt holding his tonguesparing their feelings
no more than he would spare any adult
his mother took exception They’re your daughters.
Youre my mother I dont spare you Why would I spare them . .
. . They’re your children, your daugh . .
. . An aint a soul walking the planet who knows me better than they
Ill treat them in the manner that I wantthat I always have I didnt raise pussies
My Lord, Joe, the way you talk.
I talk point blank I dont mince words
They’re your daughters.
All the more reason I didnt spare them
his daughter couldnt escape
she was at his mercy
she knew he didnt have mercy
he struck a pose
Yasee
she nodded
Good Yanoticed
she shook her head Yes and then No I’m not following, Dad.
Think Jesus Crucifiction thats how he referred to it fiction
Ahshe nodded
she didnt align herself with Christianity
See My heads up Im shining Im unbeaten
she nodded I follow.
My heads not fallenlolling down on my chest submissive
she fixed him a moment He’s dead on the cross, Dad; dead.
Roger he saidhe winked Roger Over an out
Baby can you tell me whywhy anybody would follow someone who was submissive
1638, Friday,
25 1. 19
1318, Thursday, 4 6. 20
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