The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... advocate. My mother and I had been close, but my dad was always the one who was stable and would help me with problems. Before puberty I actually thought we were too close. There were times he got into my business much more than most fathers; Indian girls, shopping trips, etc. After twelve, or so, thing changed a little. He had received a promotion which required that he travel a lot more, but still he was the one I could count on for level headed advice. Mother was flighty, but dad had such a level head. Tonight he sat just looking at me with a glare I had never seen. If looks could kill I was dead. He was bubbling over with anger. He kept looking, just fiercely looking; not a word. His eyes would not leave me. He was shaking with anger. Nothing broke the silence. Was he dismayed by what I was wearing? I had come home with nothing on except my pleated skirt and my white blouse in ruins. Had he gotten a glimpse? Could that be the cause? No way! That would cause embarrassing questions perhaps, but never these horrible looks. His face was contorted into an expression I will never forget. He was seething with hatred. My stress caused my mind to play games with me. In the middle of all his anger, all I could see was my new white bra, and my new white panties cut to shreds by switch blades tossed into a pile at Bobby’s; all I could feel was what was going on inside my body. It was so complex. In the face of the most vial hatred I had ever experienced, I was immobilized with ...

... erotic craving. I had lost touch with reality. Finally he spoke. His voice was almost unrecognizable; it was fierce, low and focused, “Caroline I’m not going to ask you what is going on. I am not going ask you where you were tonight or why you come home in that condition. I don’t want lies. You have never lied to me and any answer you give me now will be a damn lie and we both know it. I am not going to give you some horrible inquisition and back you into corners. Instead I am going to tell you what we know and what you are going to do to deal with it.” With that my father started into the most disturbing lecture I will ever hear. It was filled with vitriolic hatred. It seems two big explosions had occurred over the past hours while I was at Bobby’s. First was Mildred at their country club card game. As soon as my parents got to the club this evening she took them aside to fill them with gossip. She was certain I had come into the woman’s clinic at Grady Hospital. The busy body ran records for admissions, thus she had access to my records and do I have to say any more. She had nosed into my file, found out what was going on with me; and also all the Jamal inconsistencies on my record. She had become alarmed and just felt it was her civic duty to report everything to my parents “for my safety”. Second, while I had been at Bobby’s my “boyfriend” Kyle had called several times and left very disturbing telephone messages. It was obvious to my parents something was very wrong and he ...