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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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Wheels of Fortune: Jen At Jamba (MF, toys, oral, anal, fist, caution)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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She was tall - nearly six feet. Her flat stomach, hunch-shouldered 
posture, and muscular limbs fairly shouted 'athlete', so I was a little 
surprised to see the embarrassed flush on her face.

"Hi!" she chirped as I approached the register.

"No I'm not!" I replied, feigning indignation.

"Uh, no, I mean, 'Hello!'" she tried again.

"'Hello' yourself, and see how you like it!" I seem to remember Huck 
Finn replying to someone (possibly Tom Sawyer) that way in one of Mark 
Twain's stories.

Really flustered, now, she asked, "How are you?"

"The best there is!" I boasted.

Her giggle was about to get out of control as she replied, red-faced, 
"Really!? I find that hard to believe!"

I leaned over the cash register and waggled my brows, Groucho Marx 
style, "There's only one way to find out!"

Finally, she surrendered and asked, "What can I get you?"

I contemplated a number of lewd responses before opting, instead, to 
tell her what kind of smoothie I wanted.

After a ride on a warm day, there is nothing better than a Jamba 
smoothie and I made a habit of dropping in to one of the two Jamba Juice 
stores near my house after each ride in the summertime.

Each time I came into this store, Jen (that's what her nametag labeled 
her) made sure she was at the register. Soon, we were on a first name 
basis, and I looked forward to seeing her when I came for my smoothie. 
That athletic body seemed to house two separate Jens. Most of the time, 
she was easygoing and self-confident, but occasionally a little girl 
peeked through.

Once in a while, Jen would become flustered and flushed, giggling 
nervously.  At these times, her face seemed to lose about ten years, and 
despite her height, she seemed, somehow, smaller.

It was a curious tidbit I filed away, never expecting to have a use for it.

One day, as I sat at one of the little tables outside Jamba Juice, 
enjoying my smoothie, Jen came out to take her break.

"So they finally let you out of the cage!" I joked.

"Yeah," she replied, "the humane society makes them let us out for a run 
at least once a day!"

When I pushed a chair out for her, she settled gingerly to perch on its 
edge.

"So, Jen," I asked, more for something to say than out of real 
curiosity, "what's your sport?"

"Wha-," she looked startled, "what?"

"What's your sport?" I repeated.

"Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "You look like an athlete, and I wondered what sport you play."

"Oh!" she fidgeted on the edge of the chair, "In high school, I played 
basketball, volleyball, and softball. Now I'm on the softball team at 
State."

"Really? Which high school?" I asked, still trying to get a handle on 
her nervousness.

"Oh," she replied, "uh, ___________ High School."

"I guess I really shouldn't be talking to you!" I joked, "My kids went 
to ____________!"

The two schools were traditional rivals when it came to sports.

Neither of us could think of anything else to say for a while. I tried 
to think of a way to make something of the high scholl rivalry, but that 
was a dead horse.  Jen, meanwhile, became serious, as though she had 
something on her mind.

"Can I talk to you about something, Ted?" the pleading look in her eyes 
brought back memories of Tara's traumatic teen years, "Can you keep a 
secret?"

"Sure, Jen." I answered, puzzled, "What kind of secret?"

She didn't answer for a long moment, just hung her head and fidgeted in 
her lap. I put a finger under her chin and raised her face to my sight.

"It's okay, Jen." I said softly, making sure no one else was around, "It 
will just be our little secret.  No one else will ever know."

I wasn't sure I could, in good conscience, keep that promise once I knew 
the real story, but at the moment I was concerned with gaining her 
confidence so she would open up to me. Something was hiding there and my 
fatherly instincts wanted it out in the open so I could make it all better.

Her face screwed up like my daughter's used to do when she was little 
and faced with a tough decision. Finally, it cleared, like the ripples 
caused by an errant breeze across still waters.

"Can you like, wait 'til I get off?" she said, looking around 
dramatically, like a ten-year-old with a secret, "There's... well it's 
really embarrassing, and you'll probably hate me for it, but you're like 
the only one I feel like can help me, and... Oh, hell! Can you just, you 
know, be here when I get off, please? I can't talk about this here!"

Her eyes continued pleading with me and my heart answered in the 
affirmative before my head even got in gear. Laying a hand on her upper 
arm, I said, "Okay, Jen, if that's what you want."

She got off work at three, so I went home and showered and changed out 
of my riding clothes. Jen was just coming out as I pulled up in front of 
Jamba. She smiled nervously as she asked me to follow her to her apartment.

I took one of the guest slots in the apartment complex's parking lot and 
waited for Jen to fumble with her keys, finally getting the door open 
after several tries. It was a student's apartment, and I didn't give it 
much thought. It looked about like my place just before Tara shows up to 
clean it for me. Jen had a roommate - a swimmer who was away at a meet.

After self-consciously throwing aside some dirty laundry and some clean, 
but not-yet-folded clothing, Jen had cleared away enough space for us to 
sit on the sofa - the only piece of furniture in the room for sitting.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as I studied her agitated countenance.

"Come on, Jen." I urged gently, "You know you want to get it off your 
chest."

Her head shook in denial, but suddenly the words came pouring out.

"It's not what you think, you know!" she blurted, leaving me feeling 
like I'd missed the first part of her story, "I loved my father and 
would have done anything for him! After mom left us, he was just so 
lonely, I needed to help him - to ease his loneliness somehow!"

"At first, he didn't want me to." her eyes pleaded with me for 
understanding, "Then one morning he woke up with me sucking on his big 
ol' thing, and well, he just didn't have the strength to make me stop. 
It wasn't that I wanted to seduce him - I didn't even know much about 
sex at twelve!  It was just that I knew Mom used to do things like that 
for him, and I thought if I did them, he wouldn't be so lonely!"

I began to understand what the missing part of the story was about, and 
my heart climbed into my throat as I put my arm around her shoulders and 
pulled her close, stroking her hair the way I used to do Tara's when she 
had some major emotional crisis going on. "It's okay, Jen.  Let it all out."

"That became a morning tradition for a couple of weeks." she said, 
trembling, but speaking as if she were reading from a script, deadpan 
"Then, one morning, he asked 'Do you want to make Daddy really happy, 
Jenny?'.  Of course, at that point I would have done anything to see him 
happy.  His thing was so big! Even though I was big for my age, it 
stretched me inside a lot! I wasn't going to let him know that it hurt, 
though. I really wanted to see Daddy happy again!"

I wanted to shout, "No real father would demand that of his daughter! 
His happiness was his responsibility, not yours!", but I held myself in 
check, hoping to get the rest of the story.

"Anyway, Daddy became fascinated with the way my little body looked with 
his big ol' thing sticking so far into it, and even though he enjoyed 
having sex with me, pretty soon, he got in the habit of sticking other 
things into me, each one a little bigger than the last.  Over the next 
couple of months, he got me to where I could take the entire length of a 
ten inch dildo!  I got so used to that stretching and straining to take 
bigger and bigger things, that sex didn't feel right if I wasn't being 
stretched! Every time I took a little more, Daddy would tell me what a 
good girl I was, and smile at me the way he used to before mom left!" 
Jen broke down again before continuing, "It felt so good to see that 
smile that I even started practicing putting bigger things inside me 
when Daddy wasn't around, so I could show him what a good daughter I was!"

"There, now." I murmured gently, stroking her hair some more. What I 
really wanted to say was: 'YOUR FATHER WAS A GODDAMN ASSHOLE, JENNY, AND 
YOU'RE LUCKY HE'S DEAD!'

"Some time after he started using me for sex" she continued, still 
wracked with sobs, "I started having orgasms. The more my little pussy 
stretched around whatever was fucking me, the harder I came!  After 
that, I enjoyed practicing, knowing I'd be pleasing Daddy.  It was just 
after my thirteenth birthday - I was so proud of myself when I finally 
got the eleven inch dildo inside, that I ran to the door with it still 
inside me. Normally, he just let himself in, but tonight, the doorbell 
rang. Thinking he had forgotten his key, I went to let him in, eager to 
show him what I had accomplished.  When I saw the police at the door, I 
was mortified! Fortunately, my nightgown hid the the little bit of the 
dildo that was visible, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom and 
take it out.  When I got done, the female police officer made me sit 
down, and told me what had happened - that Daddy had been killed in a 
car wreck while driving home.  I didn't find out 'til later that he was 
too drunk to walk, much less drive."

Jen raised tear-stained eyes toward mine and continued, "I've been 
through all the therapy, and I know that my father was, at best, a weak 
man, and at worst a child-molester. I've learned to accept that about 
him, but all the therapy in the world hasn't made me stop loving him. I 
know he's never coming back. My therapist has tried everything, but 
there's this one big roadblock to me getting on with my life."

"What roadblock?" I asked, "You seem to be doing okay."

"Most of the time, I AM okay, but every once in a while, something 
happens that triggers a memory, and it's like I'm thirteen again, you 
know?" her eyes begged me to understand, "My therapist says that the 
only way I can overcome it is with some kind of regression therapy. 
Since it's all keyed around my Father, though, he says he can't think of 
a way to accomplish it."

"Accomplish what, exactly?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"Since - since I never got to show Daddy how far I'd come with the big 
dildo," Jen spoke softly, looking at everything but me, "I've been kind 
of stuck at that place in my life. I can't seem to stop practicing - 
putting bigger and bigger things inside me.  My conscious mind knows 
it's futile, that I'll never get to show Dad, but somewhere deep inside, 
I'm still getting ready for when he gets home!"

Jen's voice rose to a frustrated wail as she ended her sentence. I held 
her until she calmed a little before I spoke again.

"Why did you think it was important to tell me this?" Another question 
whose answer I wasn't sure I wanted to hear.

Jen looked around for some way to escape the question, and finding none, 
stared at her hands in her lap.

"It's, um, well, you see," she began, then, taking a deep breath to 
steel herself, she blurted out, "You remind me of him!"

"That's why you've been so giddy around me sometimes?" I asked, gently.

She nodded quickly, not looking up, then raised her face and said, 
"Crazy, huh? I mean I know you're not him, and I know he's never coming 
back, but somehow I feel like, if I could show you, it would finally be 
over.  I could finally get my father out of my mind and get on with my 
life!"

I didn't know what to say. None of my experience in raising my own kids 
prepared me for this. I didn't think it was healthy for her to continue 
obsessing about her father and his bizarre demands on her, but if I 
could help her put her demons to rest, I would gladly do so.

"Are you asking me for something, Jen?" I asked, more as a delaying 
tactic than anything else. I knew what she wanted, I just couldn't face 
my own feelings on the matter.

Jen snatched the Jamba visor from her head and twisted it in her hands. 
  For the first time, I noticed that her hair was a sort of 
dirty-blonde, gathered in an unkempt bun at the top of her head.

"I can't really ask this of you, Ted." she mumbled "I shouldn't even be 
telling you about it, but I get you and my father jumbled up in my head, 
and it would mean a lot to me if you could just, one time, watch..."

"That's all?" I asked, "Just watch?"

"Well, Dad used to play with me after I showed him something new." she 
looked up, ready to cry again, "Could you, you know, just kinda be him 
for an hour or so? I promise I'll never ask again, no matter how it 
turns out!"

I thought for a long time before finally replying, "I'm going to have to 
think about that, Jen. Let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you, okay?"

She nodded, resignedly, and I could tell by the expression she wore that 
she never expected to see me again.

"Hey, Jen!" I said, a little sharply, to get her attention, "I WILL get 
back to you, one way or another.  I feel honored that you've trusted me 
enough to share this with me, but I need to sort out my own feelings 
about it.  This is a deep, dark thing you've asked of me, and I need to 
think it through, okay? I really want to help, but I need to be settled 
in my own mind that it's the right thing for you and for me."

For two days I wrestled with my emotions.  The civilized, rational part 
of me despised everything Jen's father had stood for, everything he had 
done to his innocent daughter, body and mind! The barbarian I had spent 
my life trying to suppress, however, gave me a hard-on every time I 
contemplated having this lovely athlete as my daughter-for-a-day, to use 
and abuse the way her father had!

THAT was the problem! Could I hold the beast in check? Did I even WANT to?

Finally, the Father in me bypassed the others and decided that, even if 
I hated myself later, if I could help young Jen get past her Father's 
abuse, it would be worth it. Of course, there were no guarantees about 
anything, damn it!

I met Jen at work the next day, and once again, I followed her home.

"Do you have something to show me, Jenny baby?" I asked as I came 
through the door behind her, deliberately using the kind of diminutive I 
imagined her Father might have used.

Suddenly, she was a little girl again. As she turned to leave the room, 
I grabbed her arm and said, "Jen! If it gets to be too much, just call 
me by MY name, and I'll stop, okay"

Jen appeared long enough to look me gratefully in the eye and say, 
"Okay, Ted."

Then little Jenny was back.  She bounced out of the room, hollering over 
her shoulder, "I'll be right back, Daddy!"

When she came back, she was dragging a footlocker.  In a flash her 
clothes were gone, and as I admired the trim figure they had hidden, she 
said, "Watch this, Daddy!"

She threw open the lid of the footlocker and pulled out an enormous 
flesh-colored dildo.  Her pussy must have been depilated, because I 
could detect no sign of hair at all, not even stubble. It looked like a 
little girl's cleft, instead of that of a grown woman, at least until 
the entire length of that monster dildo disappeared into it.

"See Daddy!?" little Jenny cried, "I can take the whole thing!"

"Wow!" I WAS impressed, "That's great Jenny! Here, let me see..."

It was with a strange mixture of revulsion and arousal that I bent to 
grab the little bit of the plastic phallus that was still visible. 
While Jenny bent over in front of me, I fucked her deep and hard with 
that huge weapon. Her enjoyment was obvious, but she was holding 
something back.

"What else have you got to show me, Jen-Jen?" I was enjoying this 
perverted role far too much for my taste.

"Watch this, Daddy!"

 From the box, Jen pulled a regulation aluminum Softball bat, and 
covered the thick end with an enormous rubber.  For those of you not 
familiar with the differences, baseball bats tend to have a relatively 
short barrel (the fat part of the bat). Softball bats have a longer 
barrel that ends just above the grip.  The condom (I'd love to know 
where she got it. It looked like it was made for a horse!) came all the 
way to the neck of the bat, just above the tape of the handle.

Laying down on the sofa, one leg over the back, the other on the floor, 
Jen slowly worked the entire barrel of that bat into her dripping pussy.

Still playing my perverted father role, I used the handle of the bat to 
fuck her through a couple of orgasms. By the time I was finished, the 
rolled rim of the condom was just barely visible between her labia. Then 
I had an even more perverted thought. I looked, and sure enough, there 
was another bat in the box.

"I'm going to try something, okay, baby?" I asked, dragging the other 
bat out of the box.

Her nod reminded me of Tara's when I'd ask her if she wanted cake or 
some other treat.

Loathing myself for getting so far into this role, but unable (or maybe 
just unwilling) to stop, I tapped lightly on the protruding end of 
Jenny's bat with the one I held. The contact of metal on metal sent a 
sharp shockwave deep into Jen's overstretched pussy!

"Oh Daddy!" Jenny cried, as she came unexpectedly, "Do that some more!"

I tapped again, a little harder. The bat dipped inward a fraction before 
her pliant flesh bounced it back to its original position.

"Ooooohh Daddy!!" Jenny shrieked, arching her pelvis upward.

"Turn over, baby." I urged gently, "Now get on your hands and knees. 
That's my good girl!"

With Jen's ass high in the air, the exposed end of the bat stuck upward 
invitingly. Trying not to hurt her, but intrigued by her body's reaction 
to the shocks, I tapped the end of her bat with mine. Each blow sent 
another shockwave deep into the young girl's body! With each tap, the 
rounded end of her bat bounced against her cervix. I tried to judge how 
much she could take, but it was hard with Jenny cumming almost 
continuously. Finally, I stopped. An inch or so of the taped grip was 
now embedded inside her pulsating pussy.  The end of the handle danced 
and jerked as her internal spasms squeezed the fat end.

"Ok, baby," I said, shedding my clothes, "just stay right there! Daddy's 
going to try something else, okay!"

"Y-yes Daddy!"

I found a tube of lubricant in the footlocker and slathered it all over 
my involuntary erection.  When I plunged a lubed finger into Jenny's 
rectum, it sank in easily and she moaned and pushed back at it.

"Oooohhh, Daddy!" she groaned, "Are you going to fuck my little butt 
again! I like it when you do that!"

"Yes, baby." I replied, "Daddy's going to fuck your little butt.  Hold 
still now!"

"But Daddy!" she cried, alarmed "You didn't take the bat out!"

"I know baby," I said as I nestled my glans in bulging center of her 
sphincter, "That'll make it better for Daddy, okay, baby?"

"Okay, Daddy!"

With the bat in place, it was a little struggle getting the correct 
angle to push through Jen's flattened sphincter, but finally, the head 
of my cock popped through the constricted opening.

"It's stretching me so much, Daddy!" Jenny cried as her body vibrated 
under my assault.

"It feels really good to Daddy, Jen-Jen!" I said, "Just hold on, Daddy 
will be done soon!"

Slowly, ever so slowly, I sank my rigid cock into the hot, tight tunnel 
of Jenny's rectum.  Every little bit of progress brought more 
stretching, and new orgasms from the athletic body beneath me! Once 
fully embedded, I kissed Jenny on the back of her neck and whispered, 
"There, baby, Daddy's all the way in. Doesn't that feel good?"

"Oh, YES, Daddy!" Jenny gushed, giving another little tremor.

I meant to go slow and take it easy on her, but every movement seemed to 
draw more passion from the young girl, and soon, my inner barbarian was 
pounding away at her backside as rapidly as the constriction of the hard 
cylinder in her overstretched pussy would allow, while Jenny went beserk 
beneath me! I have never seen a woman cum so violently for so long! 
Needless to say, between the friction and Jenny's reaction, and the 
utter depravity of the scene we were playing out, my own peak was not 
long in coming.  A wave of shame washed over me as my cock geysered deep 
into Jenny's colon, and I just wanted to grab my clothes and run!

Jenny's final spasm ejected the bat forcefully from her insides and it 
fell on the sofa between her legs. We collapsed sideways with my cock 
still deeply imbedded in her guts.

"Oh thank you Daddy!" Jenny murmured, "That was wonderful!"

I was done. I could stomach no more of pretending to be the slime-ball 
who had done this to her. Even worse, I had ENJOYED it! I wasn't sure I 
could ever forgive myself.

"It's Ted, Jen, please." I said softly, "I feel dirty just pretending to 
be the bastard who did this to you! Even though nothing we did is 
illegal, I still feel like I have violated you as a young girl!"

"No Ted!" Jen cried, "Please don't feel that way!

"I can't help it, Jen!" I let my disgust with myself slip into my 
speech, "I couldn't NOT enjoy it, but I kept thinking: 'Could I really 
have done something like this with MY daughter?'"

"I realize this was difficult for you, Ted," Jen soothed, "but I feel 
like an enormous weight has been lifted from my shoulders! I can finally 
put that chapter of my life behind me and move on! I'll probably always 
enjoy this kind of 'big' sex, just because it's what I'm used to. But I 
don't need Daddy's approval anymore, and I couldn't have got here 
without you! I feel like I've finally finished whatever it was that was 
left unfinished in my life!"

"Are you sure, Jen?" I asked, "The worst part of it for me was knowing 
that I was enjoying abusing you as much as your father must have. That 
made me feel about as low and filthy as they come."

"Please don't feel that way Ted!" she said, "First of all, I'm nearly 
twenty-three and fully capable of making my own decisions. You didn't 
force anything on me! Second, I couldn't have put this behind me without 
you. You had to be enough like him, for this little time, to make the 
fantasy real for me, and you did that! You even used the same names he 
used to use for me! If you got some physical pleasure out of it, it's 
the least I can do for putting you through this! In fact, I'd love it if 
you'd just make love to me as Ted for a while..."

For some reason, I felt that I needed to do that, to show her I wasn't 
the monster I had pretended to be as her Father.

Withdrawing my wilted member from her backside, I knelt over her 
recumbent form, and bent to kiss her for the first time. There was a 
difference now, in her response. She was an eager, aroused young woman 
instead of a nervous little girl, and her body and lips responded with 
passion to my kiss. Reluctantly, I disengaged after a lengthy lip-lock, 
and dropped my head to her small, flattish breasts.  Her hard, pink 
nipples stood proudly from the firm little mounds, just begging to be 
suckled, and I was happy to oblige.  For several long minutes I made 
love to Jen's tits, switching back and forth between them, enjoying her 
body's reaction to what was apparently a new experience.

"Oh, Ted!" she cooed, "That feel's wonderful! In all the times my father 
used me for sex, he never played with my boobs! Aggh! Shit! Do that some 
more!"

I raised my head and asked, "Haven't you been with other guys? Or girls, 
for that matter?"

"I've tried," Jen sighed heavily, "but until now, it just never felt 
right. That's what you've done for me Ted! Now, please, do it some more!"

Obligingly, I bit down again on the rubbery little nubbin and Jen pushed 
her chest up for more! After several more minutes of exploring her 
body's reactions to my manipulations of her tits, I moved downward, 
kissing and sucking at the tender crease between thigh and belly. Her 
flat little stomach fluttered with nervousness as my mouth tickled and 
licked at this most sensitive area.

I felt no stubble at all as my mouth closed over her hairless cleft and 
my tongue sought her clit. Two, three, four fingers sank easily into 
Jen's still gaping pussy as I sought her G-spot, while laving her 
clitoris with the smoother underside of my tongue.

"That feels hella good!" Jen moaned, "Put more in! I can take it!"

I raised my head and made eye contact, "You sure?"

This time it was Jen, not Jenny that smiled back and said, "Yeah, I like 
it big, remember?"

Reassured, I tucked my thumb inside the rolled tube of my fingers and 
pushed. Jen was still wet from her encounter with the bat, and it took 
only a little effort to get my entire hand inside her. She had a 
mini-orgasm as my knuckles slipped through the opening.

"Oooohhh, hell yeah!" Jen cried, "Make a fist, Ted! Really stretch me!"

Gingerly, I folded my fingers into a hard ball inside her, feeling the 
pliable walls of her pussy give to make room for me. I went back to 
suckling her clit as my fist glided inward on her natural lubrication.

"Oh, DAMN, Ted!" Jen cried as my knuckles came hard up against her 
cervix, "Keep your fist closed and pull out for a sec. Yeah! Now, punch 
me! Oh shit! That feels totally awesome! Keep doing that!"

I sucked and bit at her stiff little clit as I mugged her cervix with my 
fist, drawing out until my knuckles caught on the inside of her muscular 
opening, twisting a little to stimulate her G-spot, then plunging back 
in. Jen was in seventh heaven! I brought her to the brink several times, 
then backed off, never quite letting her finish.

When she was screaming in frustration, calling me bastard, asshole and 
everything else she could think of, I finally relented. Slugging the 
entrance to her womb like a heavy bag, I bit down hard on the sensitive 
nub of Jen's clit, and shook my head from side to side, jerking at the 
tender morsel with my teeth. Her athletic body went instantly rigid as a 
strangled cry erupted from her throat! I thought my arm would be torn 
from its socket as she thrashed about on the end of it and finally 
crashed, spent, to the cushions beneath her.

I had to wait for her pussy to relax a bit before I could withdraw my 
hand, and as I did, Jen's body went through several aftershocks, finally 
relinquishing its grip on me.

"Damn, Ted!" Jen panted, "You really know how to make a girl cum! That 
was way better than anything I ever experienced with Dad!"

I still see Jen when I go into Jamba, and she still smiles and tries to 
make sure she's the one at the register.  I haven't seen little Jenny 
though, since that day at the apartment, and that comforts me a little 
on nights when I wake up remembering too vividly how much I enjoyed 
playing the part of her father, and that sick feeling in the pit of my 
stomach won't go away.

You know, it's probably unrelated, but State's softball team has been on 
a winning streak lately...

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