"You were moaning and then, you said... You screamed as if you were climaxing. You grunted something like oh, Dad!" He paused, and then went on: "I just thought this was inadequate, you know."
"Why do you assume I was climaxing? I was actually having a nightmare, and I called you to help me! Don't people moan when they're scared during their dream?"
"Gee, honey..." Rick blushed. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions."
"You see, Dad. All you can think is s*x, because you're just desperate. I warned you this wasn't healthy. You're harming your body and need to release yourself!"
"Yes, maybe you're right, but I... I'd rather do it all alone from now on, okay?"
"You could do that if wasting your semen didn't go against your own principles, Dad." Annabelle said earnestly and rose to her feet,
