Chapter 1

Lance Oxley left the prison as he had started, alone, clothed in his plaid shirt, white t-shirt and ripped jeans. He had lost a little weight, but they still fit even all this time. Why the prison still held onto his clothes was beyond him. In his pockets he had $172 and loose change, a plastic toothpick, and a key chain with two keys, a rabbit's foot and a silver bottle opener. After 24 years locked away he was not prepared for what the world had to offer. He was regarded as a bad man, and the press waited for him outside the gate to see if he would engage them as he did when he was up for trial. He lowered his eyes to the flashes of cameras and the many voices that were shouting for his comments.

"Mr. Oxley, how does it feel to be free?"

"Lance, lance is it what you expected?"

"How do you feel about your daughter saying she wished you were dead?"

"Ox, what do you think, will you beat more women?"

He had no answers. Lance just crawled into the cab that was waiting for him. The prison paid for the ride, and the trip that would take him to see his probation officer. His probation officer was Ed Unmun, and his reputation preceded him. When he arrived, the man wouldn't even stop his lunch to greet him. He pointed at a seat and Lance took it.

"You will report to me every week for the rest of the year, and we will adjust that schedule next year as I see fit. You travel, then you give me two weeks notice, and I must hear from you at the time we agree on. You do anything outside your probation then you will finish the rest of your sentence. You have a job at the Yukon Diner, which you will report to at 6am promptly starting tomorrow. Your boss is an ex-con, and he knows all the tricks, so don't cross him. He will report to me if you do, and you will then finish the rest of your sentence. You will go to the address on the piece of paper I will give you, and you will meet the landlord for your new residence. He will assign you temporary residence for as long as you want to be there and pay your rent timely. If you fail to pay your rent timely, I will be notified and you will finish the rest of your sentence. It is that easy. You committed a horrible crime, and free on probation, but you will never truly be free. Any questions?" Lance shook his head no. Ed passed the slip of paper with the addresses to his job and new home. "Good" he continued, "now get out of my face until next week."

The Ox received his nickname from the press, but it was an obvious name used by kids at the elementary school level. He was always big with wide shoulders and his name was Oxley. He might have lost an inch or two at the age of 48, but he still was at least 6' 5" and was well over 250 pounds most of which was prison muscle. Even with his size, when he first arrived in prison he was put in his proper place immediately and he had the various scars to prove it. Prison life was a belittling process for the Ox. From the moment he was arrested he was sorry for killing his wife and leaving his daughter parentless. He had 24 years to think about that night. Most of which was lost to him.

Carrying over a dozen bottles of beer in his belly he fell fully clothed into bed next to Dora. She was fast asleep, but he was feeling a bit horny. He just pulled back the covers and started to maul her tits with his mouth. She stirred awake and pushed him away.

"Come on Lance," Dora muttered in her sleep.

"Shut up bitch," Lance demanded.

"Go to sleep Lance, I can smell the beer all over you."

"Don't make me hurt you," Lance said. He tore the panties off her after struggling to pull them down her legs. Dora tried to hold him off, but she knew when he was like this that she might as well give in. She spread her legs letting him have access to her sex. Lance ripped her pink satin nightie instead of letting her take it off. It was new and she didn't like what he was doing.

"You idiot that was brand new," Dora admonished. He raised himself on his knees while straddling her and drew back his hand and swung hard down on her face. She stared in disbelief at him. He had never hit her in the face before. Lance usually just pushed her around and spanked her ass and pinching was his big thing, but he never was beater.

"Don't you ever call me an idiot," Lance ordered. "You are to lay there and let me fuck you and I am good and done bitch. Not another word from you. You understand?"

"Yes," she whispered. He smacked her in the face even harder this time using the palm of his hand.

"I just said another word from you," Lance shouted. "Do you understand?"

Dora shook her head in agreement as she held her face hoping the sting of the slap would go away. He slid himself into her dry pussy and he started to move in and out of her in his drunken stupor. He was sloppy and had to keep aligning himself in her, while she just tried to bare the pain from his rape. Finally, he just fell to the side and started snoring. She just lay there afraid to move, thinking that he might want to finish if he awoken. Eventually she crawled out of bed and went to cry in the bathroom. On the way out of the bathroom, he stood there by the doorway in just his boxers.

"What you crying about Dora?" Lance asked innocently. "And where is your damn clothes woman?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and was afraid to answer so she shook her head no. Thinking that any other response would be handled in another knee jerk reaction from him. Lance shrugged and went to pee. She turned around to look at him. Thinking maybe he just was too drunk to remember. She touched her bruised cheek and went back to bed.

He pulled the covers back and crawled in. She had her back to him, hoping that he would just leave her alone. She felt his fingers on her breasts manipulating her nipples to stand erect. Dora was too frightened to move and when she felt him hard against her she began to tremble.

"Damn Dora you okay? You are shaking. I feel you baby."

"Just a little sick Lance," she explained. Dora couldn't believe that he had forgotten what he did to her so fast.

"Let me see if I can make you feel better," Lance said. He slid down under the covers, to her waist and spread her legs. He placed her tongue at her pussy and licked her roughly.

"Lance, you think we can do this in the morning baby?" Dora asked trying to sweet talk him. He peered from under the covers and smiled at her. He made his way back up to Dora and pulled his arms up and around, just below her chest. He snuggled tight against her and she could still feel his hardness pressed against her.

"Baby," Lance whispered, "you know that I love you right?"

"Sure," Dora whispered hesitantly. She felt his hands playing with her left breast. The stench of beer was strong still.

"I want to know why you would disobey me like this?"

Dora froze afraid to answer him. His hands started to pinch her nipples again a little more painful than last time. She didn't dare protest him. His cock lay between her legs gently grinding against her ass cheeks.

"I see," Lance continued, "now you fall silent. Why didn't you obey me when I asked the first two times? When I ask for something, I expect you to obey me bitch." He squeezed her nipple as hard as he could making her wince in pain. "I will except nothing more than your obedience for now on when I ask you to do something. Understand?" She shook her head in the affirmative. "Good girl. Now I am going to fuck you in the ass."

"No," Dora protested. This was one thing she did not want him to do to her again. She didn't like it the first time, and he promised it would be the only time.

"What?" Lance questioned mockingly. He pulled his hand from her breast and pulled back her hair to she screamed in horror for him to stop. Suddenly, and with all the force she had, she elbowed him right in the face. His fingers loosened their grip and she quickly sprang from the bed. Before she could run, he grabbed her hair again and she lost her balance as she was yanked backwards. Her head hit the nightstand on the way down and she was instantly unconscious. By the doorway, Samantha their 3-year-old girl stood watching.

Lance panic-stricken called for an ambulance and while he was sobering in jail, she was declared dead. Samantha was left to Dora's parents

Chapter 2

Lance had not seen his daughter since that night. He wanted to see her in the worst way, but in his heart he couldn't look into her eyes without seeing her mother there. It was for the best. He killed her, even if he never intended to do so. He loved his little girl and no matter what he did, nothing would ever change that fact. He wrote her each birthday and holiday, but he never knew if she ever got any of them. On her 15th birthday the letter came back forwarding order expired, but it had a new address on the label attached. He decided that it was best if he just ended his foolishness and stop writing.

As the years went on Lance withdrew and kept to himself. He turned to God and asked for the forgiveness that he didn't deserve. His guilt overcame him and he prayed in silence. His prayers were for his daughter and not himself. His prayers sometimes turned to his wife, Dora. He remembered the love he once had for her. How beer and hard times got the best of him and made him the monster that he was. He killed everything that he loved, and at the time he didn't even know what love was. He was too drunk to know.

Now that he was free, he didn't know what to do. Everything was simple in jail. He had everything planned for him. Even now, his probation officer had set things for Lance. He had a place to live, a job and a set of rules. The living arrangements were fine enough for an ex-convict. The job was a greasy spoon establishment and that would be fine until he got used to life on the outside. At 48, he had little training for the new job market. He never learned how to use a computer in prison and it seemed that was how the world revolved around these days. Everyone seemed to talk on portal phones and that was a little science fiction to him. Especially those that used earpieces that seemed to talk to themselves.

A few months had gone by and a knock came to his apartment door right after work. It was the very first time he had received a visitor. He had no eyehole to see who was there so he just opened it up. By the door, a blonde haired, blue-eyed woman in her mid-20's stared back at him. He knew at once this was his daughter by the resemblance to her mother, except for his height and his chin. Behind her a bald man about the same age, strong by his physique and about the same height as Lance stood with his arms crossed. Lance gave him the briefest of glances and turned back to his daughter. Not knowing what to say he beckoned them in with the wave of his arm.

Samantha took a step inside and without a moments hesitation her black leather boot found her father's groin. Lance doubled over in pain and the bald man took an uppercut at his jaw and he fell backwards. She ground her foot against his face whilst the bald man too kicked him the groin. Drool and groans came from Lance's mouth. Unable to speak as he became teary-eyed up from the assault.

"This is for my mother," Samantha yelled at her fallen dad. "I would kill you if I had more of your dirty gene pool. I have waited for this moment all my life. I still remember you hanging onto her hair from the bed even when she lay unconscious. You fucking bastard!" She lifted her foot and drove it back down against his face smashing it against the floor. Only guttural sounds came from him. The bald man kicked Lance squarely in the ribs, cracking what would later be 2 ribs. "I hate you, I want you to live the remaining days of your life knowing that. Don't look for me. Don't write me. The only thing I want from you is to die alone and miserable. Let's go Tony." She spat on him before turning away. The bald man took Samantha's hand and guided her out the way they came shutting the door behind them.