Dark as Daylight Ch. 16

As I learned while reading a brilliant study recently, there was one mass migration out of central Africa, which happened as recently as 50,000, to 80,000 years ago. The studies are probably the most accurate we will ever get. Three independent, extremely well-funded studies done by The University of Stockholm, Cambridge University, and the Mayo Clinic over a 12-year period, utilizing over 27,000 men and women participants, from all over the world. The researchers went from the most remote cultures in Africa, Asia, South America, American Indians, Eskimos, Russians of every ethnic area, and ethnic Australian, and New Zealanders. When they were finished, and compiled all the evidence together, they were amazed. It is now believed that during a 30,000-year period 2 million people migrated out of Central Africa. They dispersed into the whole of Europe, from Portugal to Norway, from England to New Zealand, and from the sub continent of Asia, to the Americas."

"Apparently, everyone must have stopped in Ho Chi Minh City for new sneakers straight from the factories."

"That was not funny Deborah. The Vietnamese stole those jobs from the people in Bangladesh, who stole those jobs from the Chinese, who stole those jobs from the Taiwanese, who stole those jobs from the Guatemalans, who stole those jobs from the Mexicans, who stole those jobs from the Portuguese, who stole them from the Spanish, who stole them from the Brazilian's."

"So I shouldn't worry about where my sneakers are made, because none of them were ever made in the United States."

"No, no sneakers were ever made in the USA. We are the biggest market for them, but none have ever been made here."

"Okay Debbie, move over, we are at the hospital."

"I didn't even feel you start driving."

"Thank you very much. I believe you were telling him about your genetic makeup at the time we roared through downtown with the sirens on."

"You're lying. You did not have the sirens on. I would definitely have heard them."

"Ask your grandmother and your sister when they get out of the other car if we had them on. I don't believe the lie to you."

"Henry you're not being fair. Did you really have it on?"

"Scouts honor."

"I must hate that boy more than I thought. I'm going to have to be very careful with him. Not only will I need to take birth control pills, but I'm going to make him wear a Kevlar condom too. Otherwise, with my luck, he will get me pregnant. I can picture a perfect little boy, with my genes, his brains, and my temperament. He will turn a tiny star into a pulsar that cuts half the galaxy off, and discards it into a black hole, because he was arguing with one of Gordon's sons. It would be fun to watch them go at it, but devastating for the universe."

"Oh no, my sister is in love."

"I am not. I dislike that boy intently. You should have heard what he said about me and you, just before we left the building. I almost killed him."

"Pray tell, what did your little lover-boy say to you?"

"Rebecca, I have a lot to tell you, so let's not get into an argument, please. Don't call him lover-boy again, or I will have to deck you. Are we okay on that point?"

"I will try, but you are very tied up with that statement so it won't be very easy for me. What's going on baby sister, why does he have you all tied up in knots?"

"It's not him, it's Joe and Laura. I'm going to tell you everything, but I'm not going to spank you."

"You're damn right, you're not going to spank me. I'll break your neck."

"That's exactly what I told Joe you would say to me, right after he finished spanking me."

Rebecca's mouth was stuck in the open position, and so were her eyes. Debbie grabbed her hand, and pulled her down the nearest hallway and into the closest bathroom.

"Breathe, Becky, breathe. Come on girl, I can't talk to you if you are not in the same universe as I am."

"Joe spanked you? WHY, what did you do?"

"I was listening to Joe and Laura talk, and I could not understand a thing they were doing to one another.

Grandma pulled me close to her. She said, "Look at them, look how madly in love they are with one another."

I looked at the two of them, and the only thing I could think of was 'where were the weapons they were going to use to kill each other.' Their voices were on edge. You could see the heat emanating from their bodies. Their body language was like two animals getting ready to pounce on one another, and grandma is saying, 'If they had a bed they would be making mad passionate love.'

Becky, I did not understand any of it. I was totally at a loss. I am almost 16 years old. I should have known a little of what was going on, but I didn't know anything. Okay, I don't know all the mechanics of fucking or making love, but I should know something, shouldn't I?"

"I wish I was with you so I could add my opinion, but I can't, because I wasn't there to see it, or hear the conversation. I'm sorry baby I really am."

"That's fine Becky, because that's not the good part. That's just the preamble."

"Oh shit."

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"You know you can. I have no secrets from you."

"You promise not to hit me?"

"Of course, I'm not going to hit you."

"Are you wet, you know, down there?"

Rebecca hit her, really hard.

"Ow! Hey, you promised not to hit me."

"How could you ask me something like that?"

"I know you are, because I am. If I can't ask you about it, I might as well stop talking to you now."

"Okay, I'm wet, I'm really wet, but why do you ask?"

"I'm asking for two reasons. Joe told me it's normal, and because now I'm going to tell you about the spanking."

"Should I go get a washcloth and use it like a pad?"

"If you're very wet now, I would get a bath towel."

"Oh Lord, what did he do to you."

"He did exactly what I asked him to do, he helped me grow up."

"Did you have unprotected...!"

"Do you think I'm out of my mind?"

"Tell me everything, and don't stop or I'll ring your neck."

"Let me put your mind at ease. I was never undressed. Joseph never touched any part of my body except my ass which was covered. Are we okay now?"

"I'm not running out to buy a gun, if that's what you mean."

"That is exactly what I mean. Laura was by my side the entire time. I don't know if you would call her a chaperone, or a voyeur, but all she ever did was rub my back and try to soothe me, while Joe was spanking me. Now just listen to my story, and you will see that Joseph never crossed any line of impropriety. He didn't do anything to me I didn't want to know about, didn't think about, and I received the education I asked for, and more."

"You can't tell me about this stuff here. There will be too many interruptions, and too many people looking in on us. I also know, in my heart, that you are going to want to spank me, and I think I am going to want you to hit me as hard as Joseph hit you. I want to see if what Ginny Graham told many of us is true."

"You knew about this stuff, and you didn't tell me about it?"

"Do you remember who Ginny Graham was?"

"I don't have a clue."

"We were living in New Hampshire. I was in eighth, you were in seventh. There was this one girl who was..."

"9 feet tall, gorgeous, with reddish hair down to her ass."

"That was Virginia. She was in ninth grade, and taller than every boy in the school except a few of the seniors in high school. Every man and boy walked around school with an erection, when they passed her in the hallways."

"So your point is?"

"Virginia swore to me, and everyone who asked her, that she really was still a virgin. She didn't do anything when she went out with some of the older boys. They could brag all they wanted to about what they did, when they went out with her. They attempt to ruin her reputation; but she swore they never got to first base with her. They weren't even allowed to touch her breasts over her clothes, regardless of how hard they tried.

Here is the important part. She told us what happened when word got back to her father that she was screwing everyone on the football team, and the baseball team. She swore to him it was not true, and even volunteered to go to the gynecologist for an examination to prove it. He was so angry with her, he pulled her over his knees and began spanking her.

She didn't remember how long it took, but the pain he was putting her through was intense. He hit her, and hit her until it disappeared, and a deep ache formed in her lower belly and replaced it.

She was sobbing, 'Please Daddy, stop', but he didn't. All the while this ache in her belly kept growing and the heat between her thighs intensified.

She pulled her legs tight together, and kept yelling at him, "Please Daddy,' but she no longer asked him to stop spanking her, because she didn't know what was happening to her body.

Finally, she couldn't contain that huge ache. It grew larger and larger in her belly, and could no longer be contained by the mere muscles surrounding it. Her legs became like Jell-O, and she exploded into wet, gushing, glorious orgasms, while she screamed at the top of her lungs, 'Daddy', and fainted in his arms.

Her father thought he hurt her, so terribly, he gathered her up, and began crying onto her shoulder. He begged her not to hate him for losing his temper with her. He swore it would never happen again, ever, and he begged for her forgiveness.

He carried her to her room, while she was barely conscious, and still shaking from her orgasms. He put her on the bed, covered her with a light blanket, and sat by her, until her eyes finally blinked open.

He waited for her to say something to him. When she didn't, he told her he was going to make their dinner.

She nodded her head.

As he was about to step out of her room, she said softly, "Daddy, no boy has ever touched me. I swear it on mommy's grave. I'm sorry you don't believe me."

He returned to her bedside, and knelt down beside her.

"I do believe you baby girl. It is my problem, not yours. You are so beautiful, and you look so much like your wonderful mother. I was insanely jealous of all those boys being lucky enough to do all those things with your body, and not me."

"No one is ever going to have me, before I get married, daddy. Mommy instilled that in me before she passed away. She also taught me ways to satisfy one special man, and remain a virgin. I am willing to satisfy all your needs, the way mommy taught me, if you will satisfy mine."

"Honey, you have me completely confused. You just told me you were 'pure'. How could you possibly know how to satisfy my needs? How is that possible?"

"Vegetables have a variety of uses, daddy. Mommy taught me how to tame very large, and small vegetables, before we peeled, sliced, and cooked them for dinner."

Her daddy asked, "What kind of vegetables, honey?"

"Many vegetables have multiple uses, daddy. Mommy loved corn, summer squash, and other long vegetables for pleasure and teaching purposes. Her favorite were cucumbers, before she pickled them, or use them for salads. I never knew there were so many varieties of cucumbers. I could tell, when I got home from school, when a special order of her vegetables arrived for us to share pleasures with. The light in her eyes was so bright, it lit up your entire bedroom. We would play for hours, after I returned home from school. We would take a nap afterwards, then she would prepare dinner, while I would clean the house. We loved each other so much, daddy. She knew she would be gone one day, and I would have to take care of you in her place."

"How have you been able to keep yourself happy, and satisfied, since mommy has been gone?"

"I haven't been happy, daddy, not until today, that is. You surprised me with the most wonderful orgasm I have ever experienced. Not even mommy was able to give me an orgasm like the one you gave me today. I didn't know pain could induce such pleasure. After I bring you pleasure tonight, would you do that again for me?"

"I have to wait until tonight, Virginia?"

"Of course not, daddy; I just thought you were going to make dinner."

"What would you like with your pizza, honey?"

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"You bitch, you kept all that for me?"

"Deb's, I wasn't sure if it was the truth or not. She could have been blowing smoke up my ass."

"Later tonight, I'm going to be hitting your ass with everything I have in my hand."

"If I get an orgasm out of it, it is fine by me. However, if I don't, I hope you hurt your hand."

"I have one more thing to ask you, and I don't want you to hit me."

"What are you up to this time?"

"It's just something that Laura said, and I want to know if it's true."

"Go ahead, I'm waiting."

"I told her it was just an older sister thing, but she said it wasn't."

"This ought to be really good. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"How long have you known I am the smarter sister?"

"Since mom told me to let you be the smarter sister, asshole. She told me we would fight less, and have more fun together that way. We have, haven't we?"

"Yes we have, but when I see mom, I'm going to kick her ass for doing that to me."

"I don't know why you're fussing about it now. My thesis is better than yours."

"Your thesis is a piece of shit. Your numbers are all wrong."

"You knew it, and you didn't bother to tell me?"

"It got by all the professors, didn't it?"

"Of course it got by all our professors, none of them are in my field of expertise. That's why they offered us teaching positions, you dork. By the way, how did you know my numbers were all wrong?"

Hank said, "Here you guys are; everyone's been looking all over for you. The CAT scan of Holden's head came back fine, and his cardiogram, and bloodwork are also fine. You can say goodbye to him, and return to your hotel with your grandparents. We are taking the boys back to the reservation."

"Thank you, Hank, give us one minute to finish this conversation, and we will meet you in the ER."

"Girls, one second later than that, I'm sending your grandmother to get you."

"Why does everyone know who to send to put the fear of God in us."

"It was the same way when I was a youngster. It hasn't changed that much."

"Okay, one minute, and we will be there."

"Don't beat around the bush Debbie. How did you know the numbers on my thesis are wrong?"

"We really shouldn't keep everyone waiting. We can talk about this in the hotel room tonight, Becky."

"Deborah, if you tampered with my numbers just to get a better grade on your thesis than I did, I'm going to break every bone in your body starting with your little toe. Was it that important to you to do better than I did? Were you that insecure"

"Yes, I was, dammit. Please don't hate me."

"Get out of my sight, I don't want to talk, or see you right now. I hate you, I really hate you."

"Rebecca..."

"Deborah, for your own good, leave me alone".

Debbie ran to the ER crying, and when she arrived went straight into her grandmother's arms.

Everyone gathered around as Joan asked the magic question.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

"It's my fault. I did something terrible, and we had a huge fight. She never wants to talk to me again. I can't fix what I did either. It's all out in the public eye, and everyone will think she's an idiot because of me."

"You have never done anything bad in your life, except torment your grandfather on the golf course, of course. What did you do to your sister?"

"Her thesis was in a new area of science. Her proctor didn't know anything about it, and was totally in the dark. There are only seven other people in that field, and I didn't believe anyone would notice the discrepancy in her calculations for 100 years or more. I moved a couple of decimal points and changed a few numbers, so I would get the better grade."

Richard shouted, "So you're not really the smarter sister."

"We don't know. Mom told her to let me be smarter, because we would have more fun that way. I guess we'll never know."

"Trust me Debbie, you will."

"I don't think I'm going to like you Richard."

"You are not the one I believe I've fallen in love with Deborah."

"How can you possibly have fallen in love with my sister, you don't even know her middle name."

"Isn't love grand?"

"Hey you, want to go to bed and make love?"

"No Rebecca, I don't. My rules remain the same, are you still interested?"

"You said 'Isn't love grand?' I sure think it is. I don't want to go back to my hotel tonight. I might kill my sister. Can I stay with you?"

"Mr. Finch, can your granddaughter stay with me tonight?"

"Yes she can, Richard. You have given me your word, and I accept it as your bond. Just make sure she gets some sleep. I don't want her brooding over her sister all night long, and waking up grouchy tomorrow. She will ruin my day."

"Consider it done, Mr. Finch. Mr. Constantine, I am ready to leave."

Holden asked, "How about you, cutie pie? Do you want to come home with me?"

Debbie said, "Yes I do; I really do."

She walked over, and stood by the side of Holden's wheelchair."

Holden said, "Mr. Finch, with your permission, I would like to have Rebecca spend the night with me."

"Permission denied. My granddaughter is going to spend the evening in her room alone thinking about what she did to her elder sister, and praying for redemption. There will be an armed guard outside her door to make sure she does not attempt to leave the premises of the hotel. Isn't that right Deborah?"

"Yes grandfather, I will spend the night in my room. Becky, please don't hate me forever. I did one stupid thing, and it would kill me if I lost you as my best, and only friend."

Rebecca was truly livid with her sister. She was being held tightly against Richard's body. Her back was against his chest, and her arms and shoulders were under his, almost as if she was being held captive.

He felt her tense up, as soon as, her sister finished speaking, and felt her head start forward to release the venom in her rebuke. His left hand moved like lightning, covering her mouth, and only allowing a tiny squeak to be heard. He kissed her head, as her heel lifted off the ground to search for his foot. As she slammed her foot down, she missed her target, but received a kiss on the cheek as a reward for trying.

He whispered, "Don't do it again, or I will use a paddle on you."

She stiffened.

He whispered, "Oh, you like that idea, do you?"

He released her mouth a little, so she could reply, "Fuck you, and the ass you were rode in on."

"You already know my terms on fucking, and you're smart enough to remember them. Now I have something to say to your sister, so stay still, and listen."

"Deborah, you have done something that is abhorrent under normal circumstances. However, to do that to someone in your own family, is despicable. She may be held up to ridicule in the future when scientist run across these numbers and see the stupid mistakes that were made. Her name will be trashed, because of you."

"Don't you think I know that, you idiot? Why do you think I apologized to her? Why do you think I feel like such an ass right now? I would do anything if I could take that mistake back."

"Well, there may be one thing you can do to make this right. Did you photocopy her original work?"

"Of course, I did. I also have her original, unedited, work at home."

"You have a complete, untouched, master copy of Rebecca's thesis sitting in your Chicago apartment."

"Yes, it is sitting in the desk drawer, right next to mine, waiting to be bound."

Sam interrupted, "They are not in the apartment, Richard. If you waited for them to get anything done, you would be old and gray."

Joan said, "You are old and gray, Sam."

"Not now Joan!"

"The two thesis are at the bookbinder, and should be ready by the time we get back."