Tides are Turning

Hey Friends,

I was really down in the dumps, I tell ya. With barely surviving the escape from Cain's slave camp/black market baby mill, finding out that I'm pregnant again and Mama up and leaving me after my long-lost brother appears and woos her away, it's a miracle that I'm still standing. Well, technically I'm sitting in my recliner with this WebTV thing on my lap, but you get the point.

However, I'm pleased to announce that the tides in my life may be turning. The phone rang during one of my frequent afternoon naps; it was Daddy. Now, I haven't talked to Daddy since I started bumming around with Cain and Daddy wasn't too happy that another man was taking attention away from him. It all seemed like water under the bridge though, from the tone of Daddy's voice when he told me that my latest porn flick, "My Little Pony Fucker II", was being released to limited theaters around the country and there would be a premier at one of the theaters in downtown Detroit.

"Oh, Darling," He purred. "It's just like old times. I mean it seems like yesterday that I was escorting you to your first porn film premier. But you're not six anymore, no siree. You are a bona fide, grade A w-o-m-a-n and more stunning than ever, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, Daddy," I said, coyly. "You always were such a sweet talker. I'd be thrilled to attend this premier with you."

"You sure your boyfriend won't get jealous?" He was restraining his rage, it was apparent.

"You mean Cain? Well, he's old news. We're not together anymore--and that has nothing to do with the fact that he's currently in jail. We just broke up is all."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Either Daddy had been jerking off and just came or it was because of what I just told him. Though, I expected him to be thrilled that the man that was in my life is now out of it, therefore leaving room for him to come back in.

"Hello? Earth to Daddy!"

"Darling, did you say the man you were dating is named Cain?"

"Uh, yeah--why?" Did Daddy do jail time with Cain or something?

"Trasha, darling, listen to me: I know this man...Cain. I never told you this, but I had been involved in some dealings involving the black market..."

Then it hit me: Mama had warned me about Daddy and some shady business he was doing with babies on the black market. He was involved in selling them and she saved Starla from his clutches. Why did I totally forget about that? Why didn't I make this connection sooner?

Daddy and Cain were doing business together. Daddy could have been at that slave camp for all I know, making sure the girls were churning out babies as fast as they could. He could have arranged all this, with Cain, for all I know.

"I know." I told him, flatly. "I know about the babies. And I know you had plans on taking my Starla and selling her off to God-knows-who. Well, let me tell you this, Daddy: you lay one finger on my daughter and I swear to God in Heaven that I will cut off your dick and shove it up your ass. Then I'll pull it out and shove it down your motherfucking throat!!"

"Whoa, baby, baby, wait a minute--I think there is some misunderstanding. I never had any intentions of buying or selling Starla. I merely wanted to make sure my granddaughter went to a good home. Remember, you sold her on the black market all on your own."

He was right, I had sold Starla all on my own. I was just as bad as Daddy, as Cain. How could I judge them?

"Let's start over, Daddy. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. Listen, I'm really excited about this premier. I will buy a sexy dress for the occasion. I'll even wear one of those thongs you like."

He breathed in and out with force. "You mean, the red one?"

I moaned. "Umm hmm. The red one. Just like you like. The crotchless ones."

He groaned with pleasure. "Keep talkin' baby, keep talkin'. What else you gonna wear? You gonna wear heels?"

"Uh huh, red patent-leather heels...six inches..."

"Do they..." He was beginning to gasp. "Lace up?"

I moaned more. "Yes, they lace up--way up my calves. You wanna lace them up me, Daddy? You wanna buckle them for me?"

"Yeah...I wanna...buckle them." I could hear a consistent slapping.

"Go ahead and buckle them, Daddy. Buckle your daughter's heels."

He roared with ecstasy. I still had it.

Love,

Trasha