After a minute or two, I realized how badly I had f****d up. I got up and practically ran to the bathroom. I'm sure that confused him a lot, which probably helped me. I didn't feel bad or wrong for having had that experience with my father. That was the problem. I felt good and right. I just wanted to let him clean me up and then settle in his lap and fall asleep. I wanted him to tell me he was sorry for having been a bad father and then take me to his bed. I looked myself in the mirror, my father's c*m dripping off of me. The sight both turned me on further and made me feel loved.
"Goddammit Gemma you stupid b***h get your head in the f*****g game," I sternly told my reflection.
It seemed to help. I was cold and certain inside again. It was time to act. I needed to get the envelope and
