Chapter 3

3 months after the trial

Since my abduction, I often woke up screaming. I would dream that I was a captive of Mrs. West and her minions again. They’d use and abuse me in all sorts of ways. Or I dream of my Dad making passionate love to me, and showing me love and care. In some of the dreams, he’d even propose to me. Occasionally I’d tell him about those dreams. Today I woke up to one of the bad dreams.

I was sitting in my wheelchair looking at my broken prosthetic leg when my roommate entered my room.

“Hey roomie, it sounded like you had a rough night’s sleep again. Wanna talk?” Tiffany asked.

After coming home I realized I couldn’t stay there all alone. My Dad had volunteered to move in with me, but that would have meant he’d be even farther away from work. Then he asked me to move in with him. But I couldn’t afford to break my lease just yet.

I gave my friend the best smile that I could, “Do you mind if we wait until after breakfast?”

Tiffany winced, “I have an early shift. The advantages of being the new manager.”

“I’ll call my Dad and talk to him then. Thanks for asking. You’ve been a great help,” I said.

Before either of us could say another word my Dad called. I could tell immediately that something bad had happened. Or was going to happen? I was prepared to tell him I’d do anything to help him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me it’s nothing like you usually do. Please talk,” Tiffany said.

“Um, my Grandma is sick. The Doctors have recommended that any family comes by to visit, they’re not expecting her to live much longer.” I cried out.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I know you’ve been close to your Grams since as far back as you can remember. Is there anything I can do for you and your family?” Tiffany asked.

“If I’m still here after your shift can you drive me to my Dad’s place? He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pick me up. And getting in an Uber or Taxi freaks me out,” I said.

I winced, I just remembered that before Tiffany was hired on at the restaurant she had been an Uber Driver.

She smiled and said, “For my best friend, I’d do anything. I’ll even pick up some Cherry ice cream for you.”

While I waited for my Dad to pick me up I did some work on my computer. I was pleased with the progress my friends and I have made in designing the prosthetic limbs. We were still far from having a product with all of the features that we’d like. But I was still pleased with the progress. I had just submitted some changes just before my Dad arrived. We had one of those weird half-hugs. It was kind of a side hug but not exactly. I mean only one of my breasts was squeezed against him. We didn’t talk much for about ten minutes out of the thirty-minute drive.

Dad cleared his throat, “My therapist says I need to talk things out. So if you’re willing to listen here it goes.” About twenty seconds of silence later, “I have been getting better since you came back. And the results of the trial have helped in that. But occasionally I am still haunted by the thoughts of if only I had been there for you. You are the most important person in my life. But what really hurts is not knowing how you’re doing or how you’re feeling.”

He paused again, so I took the opportunity to say, “I feel the same about you to Dad. I love you so much. I am doing better each and every day. I still wake up screaming though. But not often. I’m no longer constantly thinking of what had been done to me. I’m more in shock to know that it had been Kacey who had called the police on Mrs ... on Martha. How she felt guilty for setting Martha’s sights on me for being jealous of my breast size. And more importantly, I think I’m close to being ready to live with you again. That is when my lease is up, I will definitely be ready to live with you.” My Dad looked happy. Then I added, “But I still feel conflicted. I’m glad that everyone got justified punishment, but when I first found out what sentences they got I took so much pride in it. I had wanted them to suffer. Is that wrong?”

My Dad took my hand in his, “You have a far better heart than most people I know. Those feelings are only human. Especially after what they put you through. I think part of you is wanting to forgive them. At least on some level. That’s probably where the conflicting feelings are coming from. But I could be wrong.”

I’m not sure I fully agreed with my Dad but it felt nice to hear. We made small talk for the rest of the ride. I could tell the things Dad said were mostly just to distract the both of us from what we were driving to.

At the hospital, Grandma saw us first. She smiled and asked, “How are my favorite son and Granddaughter doing?”

“Mom, that’s not a fair thing to say. You have five sons,” Dad said.

“But I only have one Granddaughter. Relax. I have five favorite sons,” Grandma Stella said. She turned to me and held my hand. “Tell me about that leg you and your friends are making.”

I was in the process of telling my Grandma about the plans that my friends and I were working on. I also thanked her for introducing me to one of my friends that’s been helping with the project. While I was talking to her she closed her eyes and stopped moving. My Dad and I called the doctors. They confirmed that Grandma was just sleeping. They also found it strange that her vitals were actually improving. After running some tests they were mystified at how her health was improving. They said she didn’t look to be in danger of dying. I would have accused them of having faked the entire thing just to get us here, but I noticed how her coloring was improving.

After my Dad brought my things into his house I gave him a passionate kiss. He looked at me confused.

“I’ve gone a year without sex. I feel more ready now than I did when I told you about my plans for your birthday last year. Are you ready?” I said.

“When you say ready, what do you mean exactly?” Dad asked.

“I’m ready for some safe sex. I want to feel your dick inside my pussy for the first time in my life. Again, are you ready?” I said.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, my Angel. I love you so much,” Dad admitted.

Dad was watching me remove my clothes so I put on as seductive a show as I could. But when it came to removing my panties I pretended to have trouble and asked, “Can you help me with these Greg?”

I enjoyed feeling his hands rub against my thighs. It felt as if each spot he touched was being hit with tiny jolts of electricity in all the right ways. And when he kissed from my thigh to the stub on my right leg I lost control and orgasmed.

“Looks like we found a sensitive spot,” Dad chuckled.

“God, I hope so. Just as long as it doesn’t happen while wearing my replacement leg. That felt fantastic,” I moaned.

My Dad started stripping out of his clothes and I sang along with his dance. The final piece of clothing he removed was his boxers. I laughed as he flung them at me. As he made his way over my body my heart beat with excitement. I may have bitten his shoulder when he first entered me fully. I had never felt so filled and satisfied as when he was inside. I love how my Dad pays attention to me after we make love. He kissed me gently, but I could tell he wanted to go wild. So I squeezed his back with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other and I kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

As he was getting out of bed he asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

He faced me when I didn’t answer. I got distracted by his member, “God, did you get bigger since we last did it?”

“Abby!” Dad teased.

“Sorry. I was just thinking. About what you asked, there is something you could do. Have you ever considered getting some genital piercings?” I asked.

“Abby!” He shouted.

“What? I’m serious. Have you ever considered it? Out of all that God-awful experience with Martha, there was only one thing that I kinda sort of liked. It was how Alex had his dick pierced in a few places. It really stimulated things for me.” Now I was feeling embarrassed. “Never mind, forget I said anything.”

He sat down next to me and kissed my forehead, “Believe it or not I had actually considered it a long time ago. I had even gone to a piercer once. I was at the shop. I must have sat outside in my car for half an hour before I chickened out.”

“When was this?” I asked.

“About a year before my divorce from your mother. In fact, her finding out I had even considered doing it was the final straw that drove her to file for divorce. She said she never wanted anything like that going inside her. After that I just thought that women liking that stuff was a myth,” Dad told me.