Kat took a pillow case from the pillow and wiped her father's semen from her stomach.  She could feel him watching her, his eyes following the curve of her ass as she moved through the small, dim room.  The shadows made any form more seductive, and she didn't like the newly lecherous way he was viewing her.<br/><br/>"Stop looking at me," she said, a bit sharper than she intended to say it.  He frowned at her, but complied.  Since being a captive of Tony, he'd learned Compliance rather well.<br/><br/>Being in the same room as him was torment.  She kept her back to him for as long as she could, but finally she couldn't take the tense silence any longer.<br/><br/>"You disappeared.  Why?  Three years, Matt.  Three goddamn years.  Not one phone call.  You left us high and dry."<br/><br/>His silence was not the answer she wanted.  She returned to staring at the opposite wall.