Deanna shook her head as if to say no, but said nothing. My precious twelve year old daughter Deanna was laying on her back on the carpeted floor, and her cries immediately made my heart sink. xxx 18 I could see the hesitation in her step and the shame in her eyes as she began to realize what was starting to happen, but she slowly made her way to where Jim and I were sitting on the couch, and a moment later she had climbed up and sat in my lap. Jim pointed to the couch with his gun and told me to sit down, and the barrel of his gun follwed my every step as I walked slowly around the back side and then sat on the couch.
