But not what Barry had done. I couldn't tell anybody about that! What made it worse was that my butt still tinged to remind me of that big, hot cock shoved up inside my asshole. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought he'd stretched my bung some. That had to be my imagination! But I couldn't seem to shake off the recurrent memories. I felt a little tainted, virgin though I was. So Daddy's Scotch seemed to help a little. When he came out of the bathroom and threw some things in a bag, I was relieved to see that he meant to leave an almost full bottle there with me.

"I should be back in four or five days, hon," he said, hugging me. "I'll call from Atlanta and fill you in on my schedule. Your Aunt Ariel is going to drive down tomorrow or the next day to see if you're doing okay."

"Do I have to be looked after, Daddy?" I'd wanted to be on my own for a change. My aunt was nice enough but I knew she and her husband would want me to pay them a visit and see the sights and all that kind of crap.

"Your mother thought it would be a good idea. Besides, Ariel and Roger haven't seen you for five years." He stepped back like he hadn't seen me for a long time himself. "You be careful where you go dressed like that," he said.

"Just shorts and a top, Daddy."

"Yes, I know. But shorts on you…" He rubbed his chin. "Well, I have to run. My flight leaves in half an hour."

I hugged him good-bye and watched him go down the hall. Then I shut the door, went back to the Scotch and poured me some in the bottom of a glass. I was damned if I was going to spend any time with Ariel and Roger. That wasn't any adventure, nice as I knew they were. The Scotch was pretty strong, so I added some ice. I was feeling loose.