WANTS

I'm good, Dad," I said, not wanting to talk about myself. “Well, thanks for your time.”

I stood up to leave. Visits with my father had always been all business anyways. The man believed in nothing more than himself. I hurried down to the garage to find Richard.

I watched Richard from afar. He looked more manly in the garage environment. He was fascinated by something in the car engine area, so I moved closer.

As soon as Richard spotted me, he sighed.

Laura," he said quietly, "go home."

The words almost sounded like a warning, but I ignored him. I went even closer and looked around. It was quite dark in there for the middle of the morning. I got even closer.

Richard closed the gap between us, his face dangerously set.

"Turn around," he ordered as he grabbed my hips and rested me face-first against the side of a car. His voice was suddenly deeper, and I rubbed my thighs together.

He slipped a hand under my jacket.

"Laura, you really should go home now," Richard said as his hand kept get