Shopgirl
“Becky, I need you to help me in the shop today.” Rebecca stopped with her glass of orange juice halfway to her lips as her blood ran cold. “M-me?” she looked at her father and slowly lowered her juice. “Are you s-sure I’m ready?” Frank McCallister looked at his youngest daughter as he Reached out and hefted her left breast. She trembled slightly as he ran his hand from her breast down her left side to her rump, gently kneading her flesh as he did. “Sure, your old more than ready, and...