"My private life is my own personal affair," Melissa told him, wincing with the pain where his fingers had squeezed her arm. She wondered vaguely if she would have a bruise.

"Listen, Melissa, the old man is dead now. He's gone and buried. You've no longer got him standing over your shoulder, ready to shake his head in disgust and send you off to convent school because of every little harmless thing you decide to do."

Ah ha! Harmless? So, he actually did look on what they had done as harmless! Melissa had known that he would. But, she didn't think of it as harmless, did she? And if she once had, then that time was long gone and forgotten. Because, they had both sinned. Oh, yes, they had both sinned. Against man. Against God. And, here Creagon came again, after fifteen long years, like the Devil to give temptation, to tell Melissa it was all right, that it had all been innocent after all. But, it was too late to fool her now. Because, she knew better. Creagon was wrong; because, how could Melissa have been punished for so long for having done something that was innocent and harmless?

"Husbands and wives grow apart; and so, obviously, do brothers and sister," Melissa said, mustering up all of her effort to retain control of her mounting fear.

And, what exactly was she afraid of?

"Don't let him control your life even from the grave," Creagon pleaded with her.

Did he really think they had been innocent in that bed, doing what they had been doing? If he did, Melissa could envy him his ignorance.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Melissa said. "I'm not a child that I don't control my own life. Nor have I been a child for a good many years. Actually, father liked John. He didn't even know that I was planning to…"

Creagon grabbed her, pulled her surprised body hard against his. His chest mashed against her breasts, his belly against her stomach, his crotch in between her legs.

And his cock was hard!The perverted bastard's cock was hard!