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Now for the memories I have of my biological father:
The first memory I have of my father doing anything inappropriate was when I was around five or six years old. We had just got back from a girl scouts father/daughter banquet and were watching The Wizard of Oz. We were lying on the couch in the living room and he started touching my chest. He was pinching my nipples and it kind of hurt. He then pulled my panties aside and started touching my private. He kept doing that for what seems a while and then he put his finger in me. I could hear him behind me breathing really hard and I could smell the beer on his breath. Then he turned me around. He pulled his penis out of his underwear, and had me sit on his stomach. He then put it inside of me and squirmed a little. Then he made me get up and go into the bathroom and told me to clean myself. I went into the bathroom and cleaned with a wet rag and there was blood. It scared me and I almost went and told him about the blood, but I didn’t. I just told myself that maybe it was all a dream. I would wake up in the morning and it would all be over.
The next memory I have was when I was a little older, I was going to work with him out in the oil field. He was letting me steer his pickup down a dirt road and he had his hand in my shirt. I didn’t like the feeling at all, but I was afraid that if I said anything he would spank me for being bad. Then I remember being at one of his oil well leases and him telling me to stay in the truck. He went and did his work and I was coloring in a color book. It was a strawberry short cake coloring book. I was very proud I had it. Dad then came around to the passenger side and opened the door. I wanted to show him the page I had colored and he told me to pee before we left. So I got out and peed beside the truck, but before I could pull up my pants and panties he picked me up and made me lay down in the seat.
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