Carol felt the covers being lifted off her. She felt herself slowly being exposed to her father's drunken gaze. She was wearing pajamas but she felt naked lying there like that. As far as she knew, he still thought she was sleeping. Her heart began to race wildly. She felt herself on the brink of tenor, felt that she might scream at any minute.

She felt the man's alcoholic breath against the tender skin of her cheek. She almost fainted with fright when she felt his lips touching her cheek. It wasn't a tender kiss but a lusty one, a kiss that soon moved to her lips. Still she tried to feign sleep as she felt the man's lips sucking her own. She felt his tongue entering her mouth, slipping over her gums and tickling the inside of her lips. She felt the presence of his hot hulking body terribly near her. She hoped he would go no further in his explorations. Her hopes were in vain.

She felt his hand on her chest, rubbing against the smallish, developing swellings of her tits. His hand was hot and heavy against her body. She wondered if he could feel her heart beating wildly in her breast.

"I know you're awake, bitch!" the man grumbled. "You can't fool me! I've fucked so

many bitches I know what you're up to!"

Carol said nothing.

"C'mon! Open those fuckin' eyes?" he growled, slapping her hard on the face.

There was no pretending sleep now. Carol opened her eyes in honor and stared at her father. His face was twisted into a look of wild depravity. His eyes were no longer the eyes of her father but drunken bloodshot eyes, the eyes of a man possessed with devilish sexual desires. Carol could hold back no longer. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could utter a sound her father clamped his heavy strong hand over her face, almost suffocating her.

"None of that, you little cunt!" he shouted. "You're gonna take what's comin' to ya!"