“You saying my daughter is a liar?” he asked. “So you really are just a lazy bastard?” he asked. XXX “What about at night sir?” I asked. “Fuck anything with a hard on,” he added, “Now the way I see it you need a walking hard on, like a hard on with legs right?” he said, “And one that aint diseased like Henderson here, so hows about he moves right in, and every morning seven thirty sharp he screws you for a half hour, then you go school.”
“Daddy!” she complained. “Is that right?” he asked, “So why you got a woody?”
“I don’t sir.” I said, she touched the front of my pants, her little warm fingers on my tool.
