His daughter’s submissiveness, made him grin. “That’s a good bitch,” he said, patting Molly’s head as she licked his cock clean. He took a swig of his beer. “Now, go clean up. We got company coming over, it’s poker night. I want you to put on one of you mother’s sexy dresses so I can show you off to my friends,” Mack ordered.

The dress her dad picked out was lowcut. She tucked her enormous breasts in but they threatened to pop out with the slightest movement. Molly hated that it made her feel sexy and desirable. She did up her makeup and curled her dirty blonde locks. When she looked in the mirror she saw a different girl looking back. This one still wasn’t pretty but she did look confident. Molly pulled her shoulders back and gave the mirror a goodbye kiss before walking out to greet the group of unsavory men.

Her father’s friends were in the living room around a poker table. Their raucous laughter stopped abruptly when she approached. The room went quiet as their eyes caught her curves, the fabric of the dress clinging to her body. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and pride. Then the room erupted into a chorus of wolf whistles and crude comments. A huge smile filled her face as the men ogled her. Her dad smiled at her nodded his head. She had finally won his approval. He motioned her over and she rushed to be at his side.

He put a hand under her dress and fingered her bare cunt, to let the men know she was his property. “Look at my daughter!” he bellowed with pride. “My little girl’s all grown up! Can I spawn them or what?”

All the men cheered again, their eyes scanning her body hungrily. Molly felt a twinge of fear they would attack her, but she pushed it down. Her dad wouldn’t let them touch her, he was too protective. She had never seen her dad so proud of her and for the first time, she didn’t mind his wandering hand. Her role tonight was to be a tease and serve drinks and she took to it with enthusiasm. She giggled and flirted, filling their drinks, leaning in too close, making their eyes pop out of their heads. The men were falling over themselves to win her father’s favor and a chance to fuck his daughter.

The poker game stretched on. Her dad was winning big, his stacks of chips towering over the others. He glanced at Molly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Why don’t you give my friends a glimpse of your tits, baby?” he suggested, winking at his friends. Molly felt a knot form in her stomach, but she knew she couldn’t refuse him.

Slowly, she pulled down the top of her loose dress exposing her ample breasts. The men went nuts and Molly felt herself getting wet. She had the power to make men want her, and it was intoxicating. She wiggled her shoulders making her tits bounce side to side smashing into each other. Her antics elicited more cheers and applause but her dad wasn’t smiling anymore. He didn’t like that she had stolen the spotlight from his poker hand. He gave her a stern look and she quickly pulled her dress back up and rushed to the kitchen.

“How much?” one of the drunken men slurred. “I got to fuck her!” He threw a wad of cash onto the poker table.

Molly watched from the kitchen doorway as the tension in the room grew thick. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she remained silent, unsure if her dad would sell her to his friend. The man’s lewd proposal hung in the air, and the other players exchanged glances, their interest piqued. Her dad’s hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles whitening. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving his friend. “She’s not a whore,” he said firmly, his voice low and dangerous. “If any of you ever touch her I will rip your balls off and make you eat them. She’s mine!”

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The friend took the hint and picked up the cash, laughing nervously. “Just joking, man. But your daughter is hot!” The man turned and winked at Molly. Her dad hit him so hard he flew out of his chair and landed several feet away. The other men stared in shock, they were all afraid.

“Games over!” her dad shouted. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

The men scurried out the door, dragging the unconscious man with them. Their earlier bravado was replaced with a true fear. They knew not to mess with him. Molly’s heart raced as she watched the scene unfold. She had never seen her father so enraged. The trailer cleared quickly, the only sound was their retreating footsteps and the heavy thud of the door slamming shut.

“Get over here,” he ordered. Molly’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t dare disobey. She scurried over to her dad, her legs shaking. His eyes were like fire, burning with rage. He grabbed her and threw her over the poker table sending chips and money flying. “You’re mine,” he snarled, his breath hot on her face as he pulled up her dress. “You don’t tease unless I tell you to.”

Molly felt every inch of his cock and she welcomed him. Her dad didn’t sell her, and in her mind that meant he loved her. Her legs wrapped around him as he tore into her body. He was an animal and she was his willing prey. She knew it was wrong but she never felt more loved by him. His thrusts were violent and punishing, but she took them eagerly, crying out with pleasure. Her body responded to his dominance and she felt her orgasm building, she was going to cum harder than she ever had. Daddy loves me! was the last thought in her mind before she exploded.

Her dad was insatiable, from the day she turned eighteen, he took her in all ways possible. He was a powerful, dangerous man, with a long criminal history for assault, even doing five years in prison for robbing a bank. His roughness and tattooed body didn’t scare her, it excited her. She wanted him to fuck her holes to prove her love for him was just as strong. She screamed out in pleasure with each thrust. His hands gripped her waist so tightly it left marks. She didn’t care, she wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her forever. His constant abuse turned her turned her mind into mush and she foolishly believed this is what she was destined for, to be her dad’s lover. She became the aggressor, doing everything she could to please her dad.

If someone mentioned the words “Stockholm Syndrome”, Molly would have drawn a blank. Yet, here she was, wrapped in a twisted love-hate relationship with the man whose seed brought her into the world. The one whose cock was ravaging her in a way that was wrong and incestuous. Pain and pleasure intermingled, leaving her addicted to the high that came from being his slut, his sex toy. “I love you, Daddy!” she screamed out as he reamed her rectum. She gave in to the feeling of fullness, the sting of his pulsing meat stretching her tiny, tight asshole. It was a love so wrong, yet so right in her new warped mind.

His eyes were wild with lust as he pounded away, his hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing gently as he watched her body contort in ecstasy. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice a feral growl. “Always remember that.” His words sent shivers of submission her spine, and she nodded frantically, her eyes glazed over with desire. She belonged to her dad, and he loved her. That’s what her mind heard. He twisted her body around and her mouth clamped down on his cock. The taste of his cum shooting down her throat left her wanting more, it was a flavor she now craved. As her dad lay back exhausted, she took it upon herself to clean him up, licking him like a kitten licks a bowl of milk. “Thank you, Daddy,” she hummed.

Days turned into weeks, and their twisted routine continued. She wanted to quit school, but he wouldn’t let her. “I don’t want no school cops sniffing around,” he said, pinching her nipples with a smug smile. So, Molly kept going to school, hating every minute she was separated from her dad. Every night the two of them were alone in the trailer, her body his playground. He didn’t bother with foreplay, she didn’t need it. Her body was in constant heat, like an alley cat.

Her graduation day was a blur of forced smiles and painful embraces by male classmates. The tight dress her father picked out for her made her feel special, like a doll in a display window, her bra-free breasts strained against the fabric, a silent scream of her lust that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone. Her dad smiled at her as the leering eyes of the men in attendance wanted what he owned. She accepted her diploma and her principals eyes lingered on her chest as he congratulated her. It made her feel powerful, like she could get whatever she wanted. She waved to her dad and walked off the stage with her head held high.

That night, they celebrated, just the two of them. Her dad had bought a bottle of cheap champagne, and they drank straight from the bottle. He was proud of her, she could see it in his eyes. As they sat on the bed naked, her dad pulled her closer, “You’re the only one who can satisfy me completely.” Molly felt a warmth spread through her chest at his confession. “But I miss hitting a woman.” He said, stroking her cheek. The last time he hit her was the night of the poker game. I ain’t going to use my fists on you, your face is ugly enough. Instead, I’m going to use a belt on your ass and cunt.”

Her stomach dropped and her mouth opened. The look on her dad’s face was evil. His eyes were gleaming with an intensity that made her swallow her words. She knew he liked to hurt women, but she foolishly thought he was over that phase. He got off the bed and pulled his leather belt out of his jeans. It was twisted but she couldn’t deny him his pleasure. He pointed the belt at her and she got onto her hands and knees with her ass pointed at him. She flinched at the sound of the belt hitting his palm. She was spooked by his sudden mood shift but she was helpless to resist.

Without saying a word, he dragged the belt down her back until it waterfalled off her ass. The motion of the belt against her skin made her shiver. He was drawing fear out of her. The first crack of the belt made her scream out at the top of her lungs. It stung like a thousand bees had just bitten her at once. She clenched her fists into the bedsheets and got back on her hands and knees. He hit her again and again, each time harder than the last. She was sure he drew blood start, it stung like a bitch. She stopped screaming, in her mind he was showing her a weird form of love. The whipping continued until her ass was raw and bruised, a canvas of red and purple stripes.

He tossed the belt aside and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him. “Look how hard you made me,” he said, stroking his erect cock. “I ain’t felt this excited in a long time. I’m going to cum so hard, baby girl.” He pushed her face into the pillow and thrust into her from behind. “Fuck, yeah!” His roughness sent waves of pain through her body. Each stroke was punctuated with a smack of his hand on her bruised ass, a rhythm that made her moan uncontrollably and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

It was the best and the worst fucking he gave her. She came before her dad did. She didn’t know why the pain made her cum so hard, but it did. Her body trembled with each hit, her pussy contracting around his cock. “Now, Daddy! Right now!”

Her dad’s face contorted into a twisted smile as he watched her writhe beneath him. He could feel her body tightening around him, her juices soaking his cock. He pulled out of her pussy and drove into her asshole, then sighed in pleasure. The head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, stretching her open without regard for her pain. “You’re going to learn to love pain,” he grunted, slapping her bruised ass. “Need it like a junkie craves drugs.”

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with agony and lust. The smell of sweat and sex filled her nostrils. Her dad’s grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to arch her back and push her bruised cheeks higher into the air. Each thrust brought her a dark pleasure. It was unconceivable that she was enjoying this abuse, but she was. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, but her body was crying out for more. He grunted and she felt the warmth of his cum fill her bowels, his seed claiming her once again in the most primal of ways.

His body crushed hers to the mattress and she felt his harsh breath against her face. “Fuck, I needed that,” he groaned into her ear. His cock withered and slid out of her bruised and sore ass. She didn’t know if she should be crying or smiling. He kissed her neck and sucked in the same spot leaving a mark. He liked to do that to her tits too. A reminder that she was his possession.

They lay together for several minutes until her dad rolled off. Like a trained seal, she immediately went to clean his cock with her mouth. Her dad lit a cigarette and leaned back, watching. She met his gaze and smiled to let him know she still loved him. He took a drag and blew smoke at her face. “When you’re done, go get two beers. You earned yourself one.”

Molly limped to the fridge, her ass on fire with every movement. She grabbed two cold cans and brought them back. She handed them both to her dad, he cracked one open and passed it to her. This was the first time he allowed her to have one of his precious beers. The cold liquid soothed her parched throat. Her dad took a swig of his and patted the bed beside him. She crawled up and nestled under his arm trying not to react to his bad body odor. “I won’t whip you every day, maybe once a week, or when you piss me off. I get these urges and I need to let it out. Your ma didn’t understand that. The bitch never learned her place. Did I hurt you bad? Sometime I get carried away.” He idlily pinched one of her nipples while he talked, watching her reaction.

“I’m okay,” Molly lied. Her ass was on fire, but she didn’t dare complain. If she did he would hurt her like he hurt her mom. They lay together, sipping their beers each lost in their thoughts. “Daddy, my graduation is next week. Will you come watch?” she whispered, hoping she wasn’t crossing an invisible line.

Her dad took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling. “Of course. You think I’d miss it? I’m proud of you, baby girl. You’re going to wear one of your ma’s skimpy dresses and show everyone what a sexy body you got.” He squeezed her nipple, making her wince, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of the day. “And no underclothes, I want you naked under that dress.”

The thought of her graduation now brought a dread feeling. Would he make her do something humiliating in front of everyone? Like show off her boobs? Molly didn’t know, but she didn’t dare question him. Instead, she nodded and finished off of her beer letting out a loud burb. Her dad laughed and matched her burb. “You’re going to be the talk of this shitty town!”

The next week felt like an eternity. She couldn’t concentrate at school, her thoughts were consumed by what her dad might have planned for her graduation and what he might make her do. The night before grad day they had a dress rehearsal.

Her dad picked out a tight red dress that barely covered her bruised ass. “You look so beautiful,” he said in excitement. She looked in the mirror, and she could see the fear in her own eyes. Pushing it down, and taking a deep breath, she told herself she could handle this. She kept pulling down the edge of the dress to keep her privates covered, then gave up. If this is what her dad wanted then she would give all the students, staff and spectators a show they would never forget.

He had her practice walking down the aisle, bending over to pick up things he had “accidentally” dropped. Each time she bent over, the dress rode up, exposing her bruised ass. “You’re going to make all the other girls jealous,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She felt his hand slip between her legs, and she forced a smile as his fingers found her wetness. “Look how eager you are for them to see your shaved cunt and ass,” he said with a chuckle, stroking her swollen clit. “Bend over the couch, you got me all worked up.”

It was a strange dance of love and lust that played out in their cramped trailer. She loved having him pump into her with his fierce intensity. She craved his dominance, and even though the pain was severe, she knew it was his way of saying, “You’re mine, and I love you too.” Afterwards, her dad was always gentle, stroking her hair, or pinching her nipples, telling her how much she meant to him and he would never let anyone else have her. It was a cycle she had grown to accept, to crave even, in the dark corners of her heart.

The day of the graduation was hot and sticky, the kind of day that made her dress stick to her bruised body like a second skin. Eyes judged her as she walked through the school halls. No one had seen her dress in anything but loose tops. She held her head high not caring about the rude comments that followed her. After today she would never see any of them again. The ceremony was boring and endless. When it was her turn to walk the stage she took her time. Somewhere in the crowd her dad was watching. She pretended to trip and flashed everyone her bare pussy, the crowd gasped and she saw the principal’s face go red. It was her dad’s idea.

Molly heard her dad’s loud laughter as she stood waiting for her diploma. The principal looked like he wanted to fuck her on the spot. His eyes locked on the tops of her bare breasts and she pointed at his hard cock. “Your cock looks like it’s happy to see me,” she giggled as she held onto his hand and the diploma he offered her. The crowd didn’t know what she was saying or doing. She strutted back to her seat raising her arm to wave to her dad. The action raised her small dress and she flashed the crowd a second time. This time it was unintentional.

She saw her dad waiting for her at the end of the aisle. She ran to him and he grabbed her roughly by her bare ass swinging her around in a circle. He led her out of the auditorium by her hand, and they ignored the shocked gasps and whispers of the people around them. “Did you see the way everyone went silent? They couldn’t believe what you did,” he laughed in her ear. His hand spanked her bruised ass as they made their way to his beat up truck. “Fuck ‘em all!” he shouted helping her into the truck and mauling her bare pussy. “My ugly duckling has turned into a swan, and now everyone wants to fuck her! But she’s mine!”

Her dad lit a cigarette and cranked up the music, she had never seen him so excited. He looked at her with a twisted smile, and she knew something was up. They drove to a secluded spot by the river but she noticed a couple of fishermen way in the distance. “Take off that dress,” he ordered. “Your going skinny dipping with me.”

The water was cold and her skin broke out into goosebumps. The fishermen were too far away to be concerned about. They were just small figures in the distance, silhouettes against the bright sun. The river was murky, and her phobia of fish made her hesitant to go further than a few feet. Her dad watched from the shore as he undressed. Her dress lay on the river bank, in his rush to undress her he ripped it down the front. She would have nothing to wear back home. His cock was hard and it made her feel good to know her naked body excited him. He waded into the river and reached down to splash her. “Come on chicken, the lazy river is fine.”

Molly took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the water. She had never learned to swim, but the cool water felt surprisingly good on her bruised ass. Her dad was swimming against the weak current like it was nothing, his strong arms cutting through the water. He had a look in his eyes like watching a predator eye its prey, and she was the helpless rabbit. “I ain’t never fucked a woman in water. The sight of your big tits are making me horny. Today’s the day.”

Molly checked out the fishermen they were closer now, coming to inspect what was going on. She worried they would call the cops. “Dad, those men are coming this way,” she pointed. “Maybe we should leave.”

Her dad turned to look, his eyes narrowed. “Let them come,” he said, a hint of challenge in his tone. “They’ll get more than they bargained for if they mess with me.” He waded closer to her, his eyes still on the approaching figures. His hand reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. “But if they just want to watch, you’re going to make sure they don’t leave without a little entertainment.”

The thought of the men watching her get fucked sent a a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear. She didn’t want to do it in front of strangers. The fishermen were now only a hundred feet away. They could see everything, and they had definitely noticed she was naked. In seconds they were standing on the bank directly in front of them. Both of the men were retired and carrying rods and fishing gear. One of them started to say something, but her dad beat him to it. “You wanna watch me fuck my daughter, you old fucks?” he yelled, his voice echoing.

The fishermen looked shocked, but they didn’t leave. Her dad grabbed her and bent her over. “Look at the size of her tits! You ever seen any bigger? I ain’t. Spread ‘em, girl” he ordered. “Ah, she’s got a cunt so tight it’s like fucking a virgin every time,” he laughed. He started pumping away at her from behind. Molly’s eyes were fixed on the two men, their mouths were open in shock. Her dad’s cock slide in and out of her slick pussy, the river water doing nothing to cool the heat between her legs. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and she knew the fishermen were getting off on watching.

The two men still hadn’t said a word, but their eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before them and Molly’s swinging breasts. The closest fisherman pulled out his cock and started masturbating. Her dad laughed and encouraged the other man to join in. “Don’t be shy now!” He called out, slapping Molly’s ass so hard it echoed across the water. The second man looked around nervously before opening his pants and joining in.

The sight of the two men jerking off to her, even if they were probably in their seventies, was an ego boost. Her dad’s thrusts grew faster and more aggressive as he watched the fishermen. “You like watching me fuck her?” he yelled. “You old perverts!” The fishermen nodded watching the obscene exhibitionist display. Molly had her hands on her knees to steady herself. Her animated tits twisted side to side and up and down, slapping against her arms. Pressure was building up in her stomach. Her dad thrust his thumb into her bum and snorted. “I got my cock in her cunt and my thumb in my daughter’s ass. Come have a look!”

The fishermen looked at each and rushed to into the water. The waders they were wearing kept their feet dry. “Daddy, no,” Molly whispered. The old men were on each side of her staring at her nude body up close. Her dad stopped so they could get a good look. “I gave her all those welts on her ass,” he said proudly. “Tell the men how much you enjoy pain.”

Her dad’s grip on her tightened on her hips when she didn’t automatically respond. “I love it when Daddy’s rough. He makes me come huge,” she said, trying to sound enthusiastic. She didn’t know if it was because strangers were looking at her naked body, but she found herself getting turned on even more.

“Thanks, mister, your daughter is one in a million. Do you let other guys have a go at her? I would love to fuck her mouth.” The man was stroking his fat cock right next to her face.

“What do you say, Molly? You want to suck this old fart’s cock?” Her father’s tone was mocking, his grip on her hips tightening even more. The fisherman’s leer grew more intense. Molly didn’t know what to say, was this what her dad wanted?

He smacked her sore ass and pushed his thumb deeper. “If that’s what you want me to do, Daddy,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. She looked up at the fisherman with a forced smile, his cock was leaking. “You heard her, what are you waiting for,” he said, his voice full of amusement.

“Thanks, buddy!” The fisherman stepped closer, and Molly opened her mouth and he pushed in. His cock was warm and thick, and she had to stretch her mouth.to fit it all in. He groaned in pleasure as she worked her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, her eyes watering slightly.

Her dad resumed his pounding, each thrust pushing her mouth further onto the fisherman’s cock. “She’s amazing,” her dad said, his voice filled with pride. “Swallows cum like a champ.”

The second fisherman stepped closer, his cock in hand. “Can I go next?” he asked, stroking his skinny member.

Her dad nodded without missing a beat. “Yeah, she loves the taste of cum. She’s my little cum slut,” he said, slapping her ass for emphasis. The first fisherman didn’t last long. He shot his load down her throat. Molly tried to keep smiling but it was hard with his cum in her mouth. She swallowed and the second man quickly stepped in.

“Thank you, little girl. I ain’t had a woman suck me off in over ten years. Not since my wife died. You’re a good daughter to let your daddy fuck you,” the second fisherman said, panting heavily as he started to fuck Molly’s mouth like a demon. Molly’s jaw was getting sore, but she didn’t dare protest. The man grabbed her swinging tits and squeezed the life out of them. “Look at her go, she loves it!” he yelled to his friend. “I’m fucking a teenage slut’s mouth!”

Her dad’s thrusts grew more erratic as the fisherman’s foul language spewed out of his mouth. “You’re going to swallow my cum,” he grunted, his voice low and gruff. Molly couldn’t nod. Her eyes watered and she gagged as his skinny cock tried to go down her throat. Her dad was working both of her holes. She was trapped between two aggressive men, their cocks pounding her mouth and pussy. The first fisherman was taking a video with his phone and she knew it would end up online. Everyone would see what a slut she was.

Her dad’s breath grew ragged, his grunts grew louder. He was slapping her ass full force that meant he was getting close. She used her muscles to tighten her pussy, he liked that. She felt his cum shoot deep inside her. “Fuck, yeah, baby girl,” he groaned. “Happy graduation day!” He pulled out and the first fisherman stepped in to record his cum dripping out of her well used pussy.

“I can’t get it up again but can I finger her?” the old man asked. “Maybe both of her holes?”

Her dad smacked the man on his shoulder almost knocking him over. “Go ahead, but only until your friend comes in my daughter’s mouth,” he said with a twisted smile. The fisherman pushed two of his wrinkled fingers into Molly’s pussy. “She’s tight,” he said, his voice shaking with excitement. “Damn, it makes me wish I sired a girl instead of four boys. You’re a smart man to train her right.” He alternated his fingers from her pussy to her ass, making sure to get them all the way in. “How you doing, Cecil? Ain’t her mouth something else!”

Molly could say anything with her mouth full, so she twerked her ass to let the man behind her know she was close. The second fisherman had his skinny cock in her throat. His grip on her hair tightened. He groaned and shot his load. He didn’t hold back, she felt it hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and gagged at the same time. He was still working his cock, watching her intently not willing to pull out.

Her dad burst out laughing. “How does it feel, baby girl? Having two strangers fucking your mouth and swallowing their cum on your graduation day? I couldn’t have planned this any better.”

The man behind her pulled his fingers out of her and she felt empty. The fisherman in front let his flaccid cock slide out of her mouth with a wet pop. “Daddy,” she pouted. “I didn’t get to come!”

Her father chuckled. “Well, let’s fix that, shall we?” He picked her up and carried her out of the river, the fishermen followed closely behind. He laid her down on a picnic table and spread her legs. “You got your camera going?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” the fisherman acknowledged. “Molly, you’re going use your fingers to cum hard for me, right here, with an audience. And this old man is going to film it.”

“Fucking, eh!” The fisherman’s voice was hoarse with excitement as he juggled for a spot between the girl’s open legs. Molly was too lost in her own thoughts to care. Her pussy was throbbing and swollen, desperate for relief. The man had his camera phone trained on her, inches away from her pussy. She felt the pressure of her father’s hard stare. She took a deep breath and slipped two fingers into her sore pussy. If this is what her dad wanted her to do, she would put on a show.

It was a twisted knot of emotions, but it worked. Having the old men staring at her pussy turned her on. She was going to come with all these tow strangers watching. Her dad left her there and went to his truck. At first she thought he was abandoning her, but he came back with three beers. They talked about her like she wasn’t there. The degradation worked. her dad’s cruel grin and the fishermen’s lecherous gazes pushed her over the edge.

Molly’s hand moved faster. She rubbed her clit in a circle, feeling the build up. “I’m a whore, a slut, I love fucking my dad! I want to fuck all of you!” She bit her bottom lip and moaned. Her hand was a blur. “I’m coming you bastards! I’m coming and don’t care who sees the video!”

Her orgasm ripped through her, making her arch her back. The fishermen hooted and hollered, the sound of their applause mixing with the squelching noises of her fingers in her wet pussy. The intense orgasm made her chest puff out. Her dad poured his beer on her tits and between her legs. “Have at her boys!” he laughed. “Slurp up the beer before anyone else shows up!”