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Our Story: From TrickyDick

In telling this story I am trying to give a fair and realistic balance
between my views and feelings and my daughters views and feelings. As you
know it is difficult to really know someone else's feelings even if they are
very close to you, so I had my daughter edit this story. She did change some
of the wording and added a few paragraphs and questioned me as to my
feelings and suggested changes to them where they were more truthful. She
is a hard taskmaster I can assure you. I have updated it since the last
update at the first of this year.

I had at first wanted her to write her side of the story and just add it to
mine. She said that if she didn't like what I wrote she would, but she is
satisfied with this document.

I will tell you here at this point that if you are looking for a story to
masturbate to, you will be wasting most of your time reading this. I am not
a porn writer and this story is more about our relationship and its problems
more than it is about sex. So if you want to learn something about the dark
side of people as well as the good in them and the trouble and problems that
incest can cause, read on, otherwise go find yourself some porn somewhere
else or skip till you find the first time we had sex. But, its only about
two or three paragraphs long.

We went to sleep and when I woke up with my naked daughter in bed with me,
asleep and a condom still on me I knew I hadn't dreamed this, it had really
happened. But now, what the hell to do. What to say, what could I say? We
had crossed the line, everything would be different from now on.

I have gone into some detail describing the first incestous encounter with
my daughter because people need to understand that it was not really
consentual incest even though she is the one that initiated the incest. The
reason it was not consentual is because she was being driven and forced to
do it because of her addiction. I didn't really understand that at the time.
I had no idea of the depth of need an addicted person has. I had no idea of
the things they will do to get that next high. But this is the way it
started, at a motel in a small city in Texas in 1991.

But then on one visit after she had been there and been working about a
year, she came into the trailer's guest bedroom one night and fucked me all
night. She said she needed to do it.

This went on for about another 3 years. Then she told me she had lost her
job and that she was needing money to pay the rent and utilities until she
could get another job. Well, that never seemed to happen. I tried to be
patient, I paid her bills for almost a year. Of course she kept me well
satisfied every time I came down. And if I stayed the night I got more the
next day before I went back. She even came up to my house and cleaned a
little and serviced me before she left.

I knew that I was paying for all this pussy but by then it seemed cheaper
than going out to the bars. I enjoyed it more and she seemed to enjoy it
just as much. If you think about it even if
your married you pay for the sex one way or the other.

She had a
couple of nice boyfriends that had money and she finally married one of them
in 1998. While she was married she would visit me about every two weeks at
my house, clean a little and fuck my brains out. It was a great arrangement.
She of course told her hubby it was all cleaning. Well she sure cleaned my
pipes out good every time she visited.
He was almost as old as me but with a lot more money. She got a new car, a
nice house, clothes money, all the good stuff. The start of a new life.
Right? Wrong.

Things were kinda cool around her for a month or so but we regained our old
relationship in March of 2000. One day in July I went to visit and she told
me she was pregnant. We talked about abortion and adoption. She said she
didn't think she could go with abortion. But that she would think about
adoption. This news didn't seem to bother our sex life together. But she did
stop seeing other men. She is pretty sure who the daddy is because he is the
only one that had a condom break that she can remember in the right time
frame. She said if it was his baby she wouldn't want to marry him in a
million years. But she does admit that during the months of May and June
that she had at least four different sexual partners not including me.
Popular girl.

The pregnancy went fine, and didn't slow her down. She worked and fucked
right up through the eighth month and the first two weeks of the ninth. My
self and her son attended the birth and she had a cute little ( about two
weeks early) baby girl.

Our story isn't over at this point, May of 2001. It has just entered into a
new phase, just as all life and relationships do over the years. But here is
our story up to this point, which I will start at the birth of my daughter
in March of 1967.

When our daughter was born, my new wife and I had been married for only 6
months. Yes, we used condoms and yes she had told me she was on the pill.
Only one small problem with that, she didn't understand that you couldn't
just take them when you thought about it, you had to take them as directed.
And I guess we had a leaky condom. My daughter was born healthy and was very
cute (even though I think all babies are ugly). She was brought home to a
small house on the outside of town as that was all I could afford. I had a
new job which paid just enough for one person to get by on but it looked
like I could advance there and use my military training to good advantage. I
had only been at this job 4 months and out of the Army for 11 months. I had
only knew my new wife since getting out of the active service. It wasn't a
shotgun wedding but it was close. I think I wanted to be married. I later
found out she was not ready for marriage.

We did ok, it was tight and we had very little, but got by with help from
both of our parents. We had another child, a boy when my daughter was almost
3. He was planned, as I didn't want my daughter to be an "only child". I had
been one and I thought that all children should have a brother or sister. I
was coming along ok at my job and things were looking better each year.

I started to realize after a couple of years that my wife was not a very
good mother and that she was not growing up and taking being a wife and
mother very seriously. As the years went by she started voicing resentment
and sadness that her youth was slipping away and that she wasn't having fun
and doing the things that she always dreamed of doing. We didn't really
argue or fight about this as my answer was to help more around the house and
give her more time to do things with her girlfriends and not to pressure her
or bitch at her but to just go ahead and do some of the cleaning and some of
the cooking and more help taking care of the kids. I did take advantage of
help any offered from both sets of grandparents. Of course, they didn't
mind.

I just didn't like to fight or to cause problems, I guess at that time I was
what you would call "pussy whipped". I used to get all kinds of hell from
the guys at work, because I had to go home instead of stopping after work
for a few beers. Our lives rocked along like this for about 10 years. About
the time of my daughters 10th birthday I got an opportunity to get into
another division at the company where I worked but it would require me going
off to various schools over the next few years. I really wanted this new job
as it paid almost double what I was making then.

I discussed this with my wife and she said that it would be ok as the kids
were older now and didn't need as much supervision. She said she would get
the grandparents help if she needed it and for me to accept the new job. I
took the new job and was promptly sent off to my first school which was
almost 3 months long. I often wonder what our lives would have been like if
I had not taken that new job. I think that it would have been much different
and a lot less painful.

It was very hard on me and the kids to be apart. I had been with them more
than their mother had and being away from them for the first time in their
lives and mine was very difficult. I ran up a hell of a phone bill because I
called home every evening. Sometimes I had to call both other grandparents
to find the kids. I never knew where they would be. Anyway, that first
school was a bitch for all of us. Except that my wife didn't seem to mind it
as much as the kids and I did. I didn't see that at the time but in later
years I began to realize that she didn't mind my absences.

The new job also had overtime involved. I had never had that problem before.
So even when I was not in school I would sometimes not make it home until
some time later at night. The additional money was good and I got pay raises
more frequently than at my old job. Things were looking up, or so I thought.
I was soon to find out different.

The time I did have at home my kids seemed to enjoy more. Although they were
growing up so fast and I felt that I was losing them as all parents do I
guess. The normal problems also between my wife and myself seemed to grow as
she wanted more and more for herself. She finally got a part time job and
started having "ladies night out" every friday. This was ok until she wanted
a ladies night out on wednesday also. With me working overtime and never
knowing when I was going to be home at night, this caused problems as you
can imagine. She seemed to get more unhappy and I started getting the
feeling like that not only did I have to work all the time but was expected
to be home at the same time. In other words things were going to hell and I
was really too stupid to get the picture or have any idea how serious it
was.

I also had started stopping after work with the guys when I didn't have to
work late. I never had more than 3 or 4 beers and was always home before
seven pm. But this was a source of argument with my wife also. I felt since
I never went out on "a boys night out" that stopping after work for a few
once or twice a week was ok. I was wrong about this of course.

In contrast with my deteriorating relationship with my wife, my relationship
with my kids was great. The only contention was that my daughter and her
brother as they got older started fighting between themselves more and more.
I would not take sides in these arguments and fights and told them that they
got equal punishment no matter who was right or who started what. This was
the only contention and area of disagreement I had with them. I had good
communication with both of them and they seemed to get along at school and
both made
pretty good grades.

Just before my daughter turned thirteen I took off to (A faraway City) for
another school. It was a difficult one and I was very busy and under a lot
of stress. On the day before the last day of class, when I called home (as
I did every night), my wife told me that she had filed for divorce.
I was completely stunned, it was all I could do to not pass out. She also
said that she had a restraining order against me. She said that my old car
would be at the airport with my clothes inside and that I was not to come to
the house, call her or bother her in any way. I asked her how I was supposed
to be with my kids and she said she would set up with my lawyer and her
lawyer a schedule on the weekends when I could see them. As you can imagine
the last day of my school and the trip back was a blur and I was worthless
and very depressed.

When I arrived at the airport at home, there was a Deputy sheriff that met
me at the ramp (he had a picture of me in his hand). He gave me the keys to
my van and a copy of the restraining order and told me he was sorry and to
not do anything stupid. He said that all it would do is make matters worse.

I had very little money in the bank and was not sure that it was even there
anymore as we had a joint checking account. I called one of the single guys
I worked with and asked if I could stay the night. To make a long story a
bit shorter, I stayed with him for almost 3 months.
I talked to my kids every night after they got the phone number where I was.
I got to see them each weekend at my friends place (she would drop them off
and pick them up about 6 hours later). My lawyer was trying to get me out of
the divorce without losing everything I had. I really didn't care at this
point. My kids and myself were very distressed and depressed for a long
time.
He had discussed with me about having my house sold and splitting the money
fifty-fifty with my soon to be ex-wife. I asked him if that was the normal
thing to do and he said it was if she would go along with it. Well, she
didn't and the shit was about to hit the fan.

I had known that the divorce was tearing my kids up, especially my daughter.
I knew that they were both going to a child therapist at a clinic. My
company insurance was paying for it.
I figured this was a good thing and would help them. I most likely needed to
go to one myself.

One afternoon I came back into my company office at normal quitting time and
found two city detectives waiting for me. They asked me to come out into the
parking lot with them and explained that they had come to arrest me. They
were very nice and said they would not handcuff me or make any problems for
me there at work. I wanted to know what the charges were and they said they
would tell me after we were in their car and on the way. I got into their
car and one of them looked around at me from the front seat and said that my
wife had pressed charges against me for molesting my daughter.

I don't remember exactly what I said but I do remember jumping up and
hitting my head against the roof of the car. They told me to settle down or
they would have to handcuff me. I spent the next few hours in a state of
shock while I was waiting on my manager to come down and bail me out. I just
could not figure out what was going on and why she would do this. I had
never done anything to my daughter. I was finally bailed out and went and
hired a lawyer immediately upon release the next morning. My manager also
let me take two weeks vacation at that time.

My lawyer was not really all that surprised, he told me. He said that this
was a common thing to bring some kind of charges against the spouse in order
to put them in a bad light for the divorce judge or to scare off the spouse
from things like custody of children or properties like the house.
I told him that was bullshit and that she wouldn't do this for that reason.
He said do you think this is just a coincidence that this happened two days
after he had told her lawyer that we wanted to sell the house and I wanted
half of the proceeds? I never found out and don't know to this day.

I later found out from my daughter that about 2 months before this happened
that she had told her therapist that she had a very loving and close
relationship with me and that it was special.
The therapist wanted to know "how special"? Under questioning my daughter
told her that we were very affectionate and that yes there was lot of
touching and kissing. This was brought to her mothers attention and she
agreed that was my relationship with both my kids. But this had been two
months before I was "accused of molesting my daughter". When I told my
daughter that I had been arrested for this she told me that it "was not her
fault and that she never said I did anything bad or wrong to her". But later
on, my lawyer showed me transcripts from her questioning by other
therapists (police) from the city. In them she is vague and seems to agree
with questions that show that I was not only loving and affectionate but did
"touch her in a sexual manner on several occasions". I of course claimed
innocence and denied ever doing anything sexual with her (up to that time)
and to this day deny it completely.

To shorten the story, I didn't get half of the house, I plead nolo contrenda
in order to not go to trial, got 5 years suspended sentence and was
transfered to another small town by my manager . My relationship with my
children went to hell, I continued paying child support. Both my kids were
put in a rebilitation center for children with substance abuse problems in a
far away city and stayed there untill I called my insurance co and told them
to stop paying the center. My son came to live with me at about age 14
because his mother and new stepdad could not control him. My daughter talked
to me once in a while on the phone (usually when she needed money). When she
got married (at 18) then pregnant and had her son (at 22) she called more
often because of money and because her husband was a jerk, drunk and drug
addict. Then she divorced him and because they were both using drugs and his
parents wanted to keep their
child, she was out on the street. (She was an addict at the time although I
didn't know it).

She talked me into getting her an apartment and paying bills until "she
could get on her feet and get a job". She had never had a job and had no
skills. As I lived in another city (about 100 miles round trip) I came down
one or twice a month (payed bills) and tried to talk to her about her future
and what she was doing to get a job. This went on for about 5 months until I
got a telephone call from her apartment manager. She said that they were
evicting my daughter because of the parties and noise and problems she and
her "friends" were causing. I knew that she still had drinking problems and
I suspected she was still doing drugs even though she had promised me that
she had quit.

I told her I would not pay for her a "party place" anymore. and that when
she got a job and showed me that she was acting like a responsible adult I
would help her. Until then I told her
I would give her a place to stay at my house and that my rules would apply.

She lived with me a several months (she even almost finished taking a
nursing course) but she started going back to her home city and staying
overnight and sometimes two days and nights. I told her that this was not
going to cut it with me and that she either buckled down and got a job or
finished her nursing course or not to come back. She told me she had a place
to stay down there and that she would get her act together very soon. By
this time I was really pissed at her and thought I would just let her go it
on her on. But, I worried and thought about her all the time and it was
hell. I had a hate love relationship with her. I was still pissed at her
that she had not done more to clear me on the charges of molesting her.
Although I knew that a minor has little pull in the justice system. I still
held bad and disappointed feelings toward her.

During all this time from my divorce I had not had a regular or even an
irregular girl friend. I had several one night stands and a couple of
prostitutes. I had no desire to get attached again.
I made trips into the city where my daughter was once every friday or on the
weekend to go out and drink and dance and act like a human being after
working sometimes 60 to 70 hours during the week. My son was doing ok and
had his own little place and it was lonesome at my house so I gave my self
the weekends. Also, if I wasn't home, the company could not find me for
overtime on the weekends.

One friday night my daughter called and said she really needed to see and
talk to me and would I come and pick her up at so and so motel. As I was
going to town anyway, I told her I would come by. She had lost her car about
a month earlier, it had been towed when she was arrested for possession of
drug paraphernalia. She wanted me to get it out and I had refused. I was not
going to continue to enable her (I thought at the time) and clean up her
problems. It was just one more reason for me to be pissed at her since I had
bought the car for her. It was not much of a car and didn't cost that much
so it wasn't much of a loss but it was unnecessary and stupid.

I went by this motel, it was one of those cheap dirty places that you would
be afraid to go into or at least afraid to touch anything. She was there in
the room number that she had given me. She was at first glance (I had not
seen her in a couple of months) way too thin. She is not a big girl anyway,
she is about 5' 2" and thin framed. She looked like she was not getting
enough to eat and was not taking care of herself like she should. She was
dressed in a halter top and shorts that looked like they were coming all to
pieces and it looked like she had been spending a lot of time at the motel
pool or somewhere in the sun. She has always had really long hair and it
looked like she could use a hair cut as it down was past her waist and
looked dry and damaged. She had on way too much makeup. I asked her if this
is where she was staying and she said no that this was just a friends room.
She said that was one of the things she needed help with was to go and get
her stuff and go to another place as she had to move out of this friends
place she had been staying.

We left and drove over to "her friends place". It was an old frame house,
run down and in bad need of paint. I helped her load her stuff (most of it
was in black plastic trash bags). She then asked if we could stop and get
some beer and as she hadn't had anything to drink that day.
We did and sat at a city park in my car drinking and talking. She proceeds
to tell me her latest sob story. It seems that the "friend" that was letting
her live with him decided he needed a new girl friend and told her to move
out so she could move in. She said she really had no place to go and could
she come back home with me.

I told her that I had no desire to repeat the past. That as long as she
didn't have a job or put any effort into straightening up and getting off
drugs that I was not going to help her. She said that without an address,
phone and car she had no chance in ever getting a job. I agreed after a
while that was a true statement. But that I would have to think about it. We
talked about rules if she came back home with me. I also told her I really
was pissed as this was going to screw up my seldom made trips to town for a
good time by having to take her home with me tonight. She said we didn't
have to worry about that right away and what did I want to do? I told her I
usually went to a bar, drank a few beers, danced a little and tried to get
lucky and get laid. She said that was fine and that she knew a couple of
places that she was sure I would be "lucky" at.
I reminded her that I liked country and western places and could not stand
any of those loud punk or hard rock places. She said she knew a perfect
place and that they served good bar-b-que and had cheap beer by the pitcher.
So off we went, she was acting really relieved and happy and I was worried
about her moving back in again and all the related problems.

She said that on the way, she needed to pay back this girl that she had
borrowed $40.00 from and would I please "loan" her the money to pay her back
now. I don't know why exactly, other than just not wanting to fight about it
but I gave it to her and we went by another beat up old house and she went
in and came out in about 2 minutes. Of course, I had no idea at the time
how she was playing me. She leaned over a gave me a big kiss and said "thank
you". We drove on to this bar (I had never been there) and it looked a
little run down but the smell of the bar-b-que was great so we got out and
went in.

We ate and had a pitcher of beer and it was about 9 pm and people were
starting to come in. The band started tuning up and sure enough when they
started playing they played pretty good country music. There was a good
looking blonde singer with two brunette back up singers and he bass guitar
player was a woman also. We had been sitting at the bar eating and decided
to move over to a table kind of out of the way of the traffic. We ordered
another pitcher as I tried to spy out the female population. It was rapidly
filling up and I decided that there were going to be good pickings at this
place as there were already several women my age or younger that were not
with any men.

We talked more about her coming back to live with me. She said she needed to
come back for a couple of days in any event because all of her clothes were
dirty. I told her if I got lucky I would have to get a room unless the lady
in question would let take me to her place. If not, that if I was as drunk
as I usually got we would have to sleep over anyway as I didn't want to
drive nearly 60 miles drunk.

My daughter didn't stay at the table much through out the evening, she must
have danced with most of the single men there. I didn't do too bad myself, I
certainly tried to dance with all the single women there. But, I was only
able to get the interest of one ol' gal for anything other than dancing. She
was about half blasted and was pretty free with her kisses and didn't mind
me getting free with my hands. We sat and talked, drank beer and danced a
few more and meanwhile my daughter was bringing over a few guys and talking
and drinking. Everybody was having a good time. I guess it must have been
pretty close to quitting time when I asked the lady if she would like to
spend some quality time with me somewhere. I have found that just coming
right out and asking nicely is the best way to go with Texas women. They
don't like you beating around the bush. She was "terribly sorry" but she had
to get home to her son. So, I said good night to her as she got up and left.
It was too late to try and interest another lady, as the place was closing
down. I asked my daughter were the nearest nice motel was and she gave me
directions. I told her to call there for me if she needed a ride or had any
problems later. I told her I would spend the night there and I would get a
room with two beds in case she needed a place to sleep that night. That was
fine with her, but she said that she didn't think she would need.

I found the motel, checked in and I drove around to the room and undressed,
climbed in the bed and went immediately to sleep. About 2 hours later my
daughter called and asked me what room I was in. A few minutes later she
showed up at the door. I don't wear underwear so left the light off and let
her in and got back in bed. I was almost back to sleep when she started
shaking me and saying that she needed $50.00 . I asked her "what the hell
for" and she said that she had" ran into someone else she owed money to and
that they had said if she didn't pay them tonight (today actually) that they
were going to cause her problems".

I told her we would deal with them after I had got more sleep and for her to
get in the other bed and go to sleep. She said that they had brought her to
the motel and were going to "be back in thirty or forty minutes for the
money". I had had it, "I told her I was tired, half drunk, half asleep,
pissed off because I hadn't got any pussy and getting more pissed off by the
minute". And that "I would take care of anybody that showed up wanting
money". I then chewed her out for borrowing money (it seemed) from
everybody. I was wide awake by then and told her to go out to my car and get
what was left of that twelve-pack. I grabbed my pipe up and started smoking
it trying to calm down and get over my anger. I don't like to get angry as
it usually serves no good purpose and when I'm angry I don't think straight.

We went to sleep and when I woke up with my naked daughter in bed with me,
asleep and a condom still on me I knew I hadn't dreamed this, it had really
happened. But now, what the hell to do. What to say, what could I say? We
had crossed the line, everything would be different from now on.

I have gone into some detail describing the first incestous encounter with
my daughter because people need to understand that it was not really
consentual incest even though she is the one that initiated the incest. The
reason it was not consentual is because she was being driven and forced to
do it because of her addiction. I didn't really understand that at the time.
I had no idea of the depth of need an addicted person has. I had no idea of
the things they will do to get that next high. But this is the way it
started, at a motel in a small city in Texas in 1991.

I will not go into any more sexual detail. But here is the way that the ten
years since that first incestous act has gone, in broad terms. I was able to
get her clean of drugs while she lived with me. That took four months. I
almost had to lock her in her bedroom and I had to take a leave of absence
from my job. No we didn't have sex during that period of time. She was too
messed up and she never indicated she wanted to. She was almost a prisoner.
We argued a lot. She slept most of the time. She gained weight back. She
started eating right.

I thought we had licked her problem, but I didn't know about addiction, not
really. I'm not sure anyone does except the addicted. And it takes a long
time for them to figure it out.

She didn't want to live in the small town I do and there was no work there
for her anyway. So I bought a second hand mobile home and set her back up
outside of the larger city that she lived in before. It came with furniture
and I got what ever else she needed. I also got her another used car,
insurance and new tires. I was going to give her another chance, again.

Of course she made many promises, went to many meetings and had many
sessions with a therapist. But after moving into the trailer she was back
using drugs again (she told me later) after two years of being clean. I
wasn't giving her money after she had gotten a job. It only paid a little
over minimum wage but she was making all her bills. I didn't know when she
had started using again. We talked on the phone and I would come visit her
about once a week or every two weeks. She would fix something or we would go
out to eat. We would talk, Sometimes she had her son over visiting and we
would do things or we would rent a movie. You know, everything seemed
normal. She looked good was lean but looked healthy. Her hair had its shine
back.

But then on one visit after she had been there and been working about a
year, she came into the trailer's guest bedroom one night and fucked me all
night. She said she needed to do it.

This went on for about another 3 years. Then she told me she had lost her
job and that she was needing money to pay the rent and utilities until she
could get another job. Well, that never seemed to happen. I tried to be
patient, I paid her bills for almost a year. Of course she kept me well
satisfied every time I came down. And if I stayed the night I got more the
next day before I went back. She even came up to my house and cleaned a
little and serviced me before she left.

I knew that I was paying for all this pussy but by then it seemed cheaper
than going out to the bars. I enjoyed it more and she seemed to enjoy it
just as much. If you think about it even if
your married you pay for the sex one way or the other.

The marriage lasted till the summer of 1999. She says she let him divorce
her because she was tired of him being so strict and demanding of her time
and not letting her do anything on her own. He says he divorced her because
she started using drugs again and fucking other guys. I don't really know or
care. What broke my heart was that she was back smoking crack.

She did get another job and seemed to be doing ok, she promised me she would
not use drugs, just drink. But, I was pretty sure that I had better not bet
any money on it. During the latter part of 99 she fell in with some small
time black drug dealers. Most likely the same ones that she was running
with when she got arrested and sent to prison. The way I found out was I
visited her one day in Jan of 2000 and found two of them there in the
kitchen cooking crack. I had to do a fast acting job to convince them I was
"cool" and that I didn't give a shit. My daughter also acted it out and told
me later that if they had got scared they might have wasted me and her. I of
course called in a tip on their car when they left my daughters that night
to go sell and they were arrested with all that crack in their car and as
far as I know they won't be out for another five years or more.

Of course we had a big fight and I threatened to kick her ass out of "MY"
trailer and take back "MY" car (both were still in my name).
If she ever brought or allowed drugs back in that trailer again.
I am sure I got through to her. I have made spot surprise visits and told the people
living on both sides of her to watch out for anything that looks like drugs or dealing
of any kind. I also told her to get a job and hold on to it. She went back to work.
She acted like she
finally got it.

I also told her I would contract the drug task force and turn her name in as
a suspected dealer if I even suspected that she was involved with dealing or
the selling of any kind of drug.

Things were kinda cool around her for a month or so but we regained our old
relationship in March of 2000. One day in July I went to visit and she told
me she was pregnant. We talked about abortion and adoption. She said she
didn't think she could go with abortion. But that she would think about
adoption. This news didn't seem to bother our sex life together. But she did
stop seeing other men. She is pretty sure who the daddy is because he is the
only one that had a condom break that she can remember in the right time
frame. She said if it was his baby she wouldn't want to marry him in a
million years. But she does admit that during the months of May and June
that she had at least four different sexual partners not including me.
Popular girl.

The pregnancy went fine, and didn't slow her down. She worked and fucked
right up through the eighth month and the first two weeks of the ninth. My
self and her son attended the birth and she had a cute little ( about two
weeks early) baby girl.

The only problem arose when the hospital blood tests came back positive on
my daughter for cocaine. They of course had to report it to the Child
Protective Division and they came down to the hospital and told her not to
breast feed and that they were going to consider a foster home for the baby
until she went to a residential drug rehab center for at least 3 months.
This all happened in mid march of this year. The lady at the CPD was able to
get them admitted the same month. That happened in March of this year. My
daughter and granddaughter are presently in a rehab. center in another city
and due for release the last of this month, one month early (good behavior I
guess). I retired in 1994 and I am thinking about selling my house here and
moving to the city where my daughter lives. She is going to need help
raising her new baby and I would like to be closer to my Son also as I am
getting older and need help with the heavier jobs around the house. Well
there you have it up to this point. I wonder what the future has in store?