"No. I pretended to myself that I was normal, that I was over daddy, that I wanted a real man. Yeah right, so how come I always picked guys who were weak? Losers. I always picked men I knew couldn't satisfy me. Small men, not like you or daddy," she admitted as I raised my eyes and stared into hers. "Daddy's like you."
"He is?" I whispered.
"When he comes into a room every woman knows."
"Knows what?"
"They know that he's a man. Know that he'll be better than whoever they're sleeping with now. They know he has a big c**k. They react to him just like they do to you. They're scared of what he'll make them feel."
"Do I scare you?" I asked.
"You scared me from the second I saw you in the emergency room," she answered, then continued her story, "Daddy married some woman six months after I
