Touching Temptation

“I’m going for a donut. Come on Sherrie, you come with,” my father insisted. I wanted to say no, but his eyes told me not to disappoint him. In fact, I was afraid to say no. “What, you afraid I might attack you or something,” he joked. I laughed with him, but I knew he was serious. “You know you have really blossomed out and you’re really looking great,” my father said as he was getting into the truck starting it up and putting it into drive. “Whatever,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “You have them little perky tits with those huge ass nipples, just enough for a mouthful; and you have a nice little ass too,” he laughed. He makes me sick! I wish I could smack that look off his face. “Damn girl, you keep looking that good and I’ll have to lock you up forever,” my father said as he reached out and pinched my nipple. I slapped his hand away. “And just what the fuck are you going to do about that?” my father asked slapping my leg. “You can’t do shit about it, that’s what,” he taunted as he continued to drive. Pulling into the parking lot of the donut shop, my father turned and said, “Now remember watch your mouth or I’ll watch it for you, got It?” I shook my head yes; the look in his eyes told me he meant every word he said and I didn’t have to be told twice. As my father opened the donut shop door, he held it for me to walk in; as I walked by, he patted my butt. I turned to glare at him. “Shut up and don’t make a scene,” he said smiling. I walked up to the counter and took a seat as my father sat in the adjoining seat. Yuk, I wish he would sit somewhere else...like outside. “Hey there Outlaw what’s on your agenda today, what’s your poison?” the waitress asked behind the counter. “I’ll just take the usual, coffee and one of them donuts made especially for me, you know the ones you touched after you played with yourself.” I could hear snickers from around the establishment. I wanted to hide under the counter...he was so gross. “Hey, got the truck running pretty good huh, I see your driving her,” another person asked. “Yup, that bitch is purring like a motherfucking kitten. Had a small vacuum leak in her, just fixed the bitch up, and there she sits. Runs like a motherfucking top now,” my father said as he took a bite of his donut the waitress placed in front of him. “That’s what was making her run rough, huh?” the man asked. “Yep, like I said she purrs like a motherfucking kitten now. Push that accelerator down just a cunt hair, and that bitch will purr for you; kind of like my wife.” I heard more snickers. “Damn, you can tell all that just by listening to her, huh?” someone else asked. “Hell yeah! You think I’m motherfucking stupid or something. Shit, I can hear if that bitch is off tune just by listening to her purr. Like a woman, just touch her a little and she’ll purr for you.” Everyone at the counter was listening to my father talk about his truck, and not one person said anything to him or told him not to talk the way he did; they all just laughed at his words.