The plastic handset went dead cold in Elizabeth's hand as a voice from the past insidiously coiled down the miles of copper wire and took her to a past that she had so ardently tried to forget.

"Liz, you there baby?" the voice deeply inquired.

That voice sent more than just chills down Elizabeth's spine. That voice, not just a man's voice, but that voice pulled her backwards though time, making her feel like she was back on Grover St., standing on a chair to be able to reach the antiquated telephone that hung on the kitchen wall. That voice belonged to her father, a man that she had not heard from in thirteen years. A voice she had deftly avoided for half of her life, had spent so many years in therapy trying to bury, to erase, and now that voice was traveling across an unknown distance, violating her once again.

"Elizabeth, I know this is kind of out of the blue and probably a shock and everything, but you don't need to say anything. I just need to say something to you, then you can hang up and go about your life and forget all about me. I just need to say something and I need you to hear it. OK, baby?" her father knew she would listen.

Elizabeth stood trembling in the smallish bedroom of her apartment, partially dressed, as she had just gotten home from work and was getting ready to relax in a nice hot bubble bath. A flood of memories cascaded in front of her mind's eye, a stroboscopic display of burning afterimages. She felt transported back to the days when they lived together in Bellbrook. Things were never what one would call great, but they took a sinister turn when Elizabeth's mother ran off suddenly, abandoning her only child. Her father had taken it extremely hard and at fist, she felt sorry for him. Sorry for the loneliness, the feelings of hatred and failure he must have endured. She saw herself at twelve years old, standing in her red and white striped one piece jammies, waiting by her father's bedroom door to kiss him good night and seeing him broken, weeping into his rough hands. It was the first time she felt fear, seeing the man she thought of as invincible, back bent forward and wracked with silent sobs.

"Elizabeth, I know that there is nothing I could ever say or do that could erase the atrocities that I committed against you. I was released from prison several months ago and now I'm at some halfway house that has job training as well as a shrink. I been talking to the shrink a lot. Talking about the things I done and the hurt that I caused, and the shrink said I need to make amends, best I can. I need to own up to the pain that I caused in others. I ain't expecting no, what you call it, like a reprieve or nothing. I just need to let you know that I realize that I have done stole something from you, something you ain't never gonna get back. Something precious that I took from you." The voice cut off with a hitch and a whisper.

It was some time before he was able to speak again and Elizabeth was taken back to that night when she was in her jammies, watching her Superman cry. She walked into the room slowly, timidly afraid and almost embarrassed for her to be seeing her father this way. Her dad looked up as her shadow crossed him and tried to shake it off, tried to smile and show his baby everything was alright. It made him seem even more sad and broken than before. He held out his arms and half laughed and half sobbed as she was enveloped in his arms. She smelled alcohol on his breath, but was briefly comforted by the familiar stubble of his beard against her cheek. He held her tight and whispered that everything would be alright, everything was OK and Elizabeth wondered even then if he was trying to convince her or himself.

Elizabeth slept in her daddy's arms that night, and every night thereafter, safe in his warm embrace. He seemed to gain strength from Elizabeth, strength just in the knowledge that this precious little girl depended on him. He told her repeatedly that they were all each other needed, never once alluding to her absent mother again. Months went by and he seemed to be getting over what had happened, getting over the betrayal he had suffered.

"'Acknowledgment of the wrongs I have committed against others'...that's what this book I been reading says. I have to acknowledge the wrongs I done to myself and to the one's I committed them against. So that's why I'm calling. I ain't trying to mess up your life none or tear open old wounds or nothing like that. I just want you to know how sorry I am, how truly sorry I am."

She numbly held the phone, listening to the words flow out of the receiver and watched her girlhood pass by once again, played out in minute detail. She saw herself being the mom, cooking dinner on most nights and keeping the house as clean as she could. Her dad would get home sometimes after dark, worn and haggard from his job at the refrigerator factory. Regardless of how tired he was, he always opened the door with a smile and more nights then not, her had some trinket, toy or bauble for his baby girl to have. They worked together cleaning the house and washing the clothes on the weekends and on the nights that he got home somewhat early. Sometimes, they would go to the park or go hiking up by the Twin Lakes, stopping to enjoy a picnic lunch they had made together earlier.

As if reading her mind, he said with a half laugh, "I try and remember all of the good times we had. You remember going hiking and feeding the ducks at the lakes? There was that one duck, used to follow you damn near out of the park. I think about how we used to dance around the house with the radio up, cleaning and laughing. I know there's been bad times, but there was a fair amount of good as well."

Elizabeth smiled slightly in spite of herself, reflecting on how her father attempted to dance and ended up just jumping around like an idiot. They would clean the house and during the summer, they'd cook out some hamburgers, steaks if he had gotten some overtime, and lay in the hammock, watching the stars peek out. They still slept in the same bed and night after night, her father would snuggle her tighter to his chest, his goodnight kisses would linger just a little longer. Elizabeth remembered how on one particular Saturday night, it had been blazing hot and they stayed outside until quite late, Elizabeth drinking iced lemonade and her father drinking long neck after long neck of Stroh's beer. Her father held her closer than he usually did and more then once, she caught him gazing at her in an unfamiliar way. He stroked her hair and told her how much she reminded him of her mother. Her mother and father had grown up down the street from each other and had gone steady all through high school getting married immediately after graduation due to Elizabeth's imminent arrival.

On this night when they went to bed, they stripped down to nothing, covering themselves with a thin cotton sheet and vied for a breath of air from the open window. She felt her daddy move his hand around her shoulders, running it up her neck and through her hair. Elizabeth felt the butterfly tickle this caused in her stomach even now with just the memory touching her. Her father ran his hand up and down her bare hips, dipping his fingertips father and father down her thighs until he briefly brushed the cleft of her virgin parts. Elizabeth blushed as she stood in reverie, still holding the phone up to her ear. The heat in her cheeks was caused by the vision of herself, an inexperienced twelve year old, parting her thighs so naturally, so invitingly.

"I just want you to know that I..."

"You fucked me!!! You fucked your only child!!! You stuck your cock in my...you took my virginity!!! You made me do things!!! You made me suck it...you made me suck it and swallow your cum!! You fucked me every night for two years!!! Every night!!! You raped your own daughter!!!" Elizabeth vehemently spat.

"I know, I know baby girl I just...."

"Don't ever call me baby girl!! You used to call me that when you fucked me!!! You ask me 'Baby girl, you like the way daddy fucks you?' and 'Baby girl want to suck daddy off?'!!! You never call me that again!" she shrieked into the phone.

"Yes, I know, but when I asked you....this isn't to like make an excuse, but I asked you those things and you said 'yes' you said 'yes'. I mean, I know you was a child and it was wrong, but I thought that you liked it and I just loved you so much and...."

"I loved you too and I just wanted to please you." She said sobbing into the phone. "I have been in and out of therapy for years, YEARS trying to work this shit out! I don't know, I don't know...." she trailed off, lightly sobbing.

"I just love you so much Elizabeth, that when you mom left us, I guess I just replaced her with you. I know that ain't right but you were so beautiful and we got along so well together and I just let things get out of control. I took something from you that I ain't got the power to give you back. I was confused with your mom leaving and such. I thought you wanted me to do those things to you and..."

"I did want you to do those things to me!!!" Elizabeth blurted out, admitting to her father what she could never admit to in therapy. "I wanted you to fuck me, I wanted to be your wife, I wanted to please you, to suck your cock and swallow your cum night after night and your cock was just so big and beautiful, hard and ..." Elizabeth drifted off as if in a delirium, roughly pulling her tits out from the lacey bra that encased them. Her father stood on his end, confused and excited all at once. Elizabeth sounded like she had the phone a mile away from her mouth, but he could still make out the heady, obscene dialogue that she was intoning. He could hear her squeal between words and this spoke directly to his rigid cock. He unzipped his fly, pulling out his engorged member from the flap in his boxers and began stroking it in earnest.

"I loved your cock, daddy, I loved to lick it and the feel of it as it stretched my pussy out, it hurt my pussy daddy, but I wanted it inside off me. I could feel your cum splash deep inside of me every single time you fucked me. It was so hot and I used to go to the bathroom and watch it drip from my little pussy. I tasted it, daddy, your cum and my juices mixed together. I tasted it, fingering myself in the bathroom with your cum dripping out of my slit! OHH. I even sucked your cock before you ever tried to do anything with me. You were drinking and fell asleep and your cock got hard, so hard and I saw it twitch under the sheets...ahhh!" Elizabeth let out another squeal as she brutally twisted her nipples with one hand and rubbed her sopping wet cunt with the phone's receiver. "I pulled the sheets back and saw that throbbing cock, that big throbbing cock and I had seen your naked magazines and knew what I could do with it that, I could suck it and it tasted sooo good. There was a little drop of cum on the slit and I just licked it up, just licked it up and I knew I had to have you fuck me, I knew I needed it inside of....ooOOOHHH!!!!!" She screamed out as the receiver finally slipped past the resistance of her pussy's drenched opening and slid deep within her streaming cunt. "Your inside of me again daddy, your inside your little girl's pussy. Oh, daddy it hurts it's so big your fucking me fuck me daddy your fucking you baby girl again!! You're so hard and it's sooo deep and so big and God I'm about to cum daddy I'm about to cum all over you..aaahhh...AAAHH.....OOOOOOHHHHHHH".

The phone went dead in Elizabeth's daddy's hand as his cock came to life in his other, spraying cum across the small table in front of him that was littered with pictures. Pictures he had hidden away thirteen years ago. Pictures of his naked baby girl showing daddy what a big girl she could be.

"I'm cumming on you too, baby girl!" he said from between clenched teeth, "I'm cumming on you too!"