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“Dad?” I croaked. “That’s one cherry down. That was my last coherent thought about anything outside of my body. My hands find my skirt again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my head but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my hair and I can barely move. Panting for breath with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John hadn’t moved anymore. “Hmm John’s patience has about run out.” Kevin says as he caresses my face with his knuckles. I must not have heard something he had told me. I shiver feeling the chill in the air. Standing more than 6 feet tall he had the broad shoulders of a man that lifts weights or performs physical labor regularly.
