But deep down inside, I knew he had placed a barrier between us. Sex Please, just let me go.” All her pleading went on deaf ears as he went back behind her and tugged her jeans down. . The look that said: “This is serious and you had better pay attention.” I sighed again waiting for the impending speech to come. Dorthea began to mumble in her drug-induced sleep. He stepped out of them and tugged his white underwear off, exposing his stiff, four-inch pecker. I knew something was up, but I couldn’t figure out if it had to do with me or Paul. I could see Paul’s semen make its way out of her anus before sliding down her butt cheek and dropping to the floor. I thought this was a good time to make an appearance. When he was five and took an interest in his mother’s breasts, I could understand that as something nonsexual—a child’s curiosity if you will. He pushed her up and lifted her over his left shoulder and carried her off screen somewhere.
