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Sweetheart. Sweetheart, what's wrong?

Oh, Daddy.

You're so mean to me.

Who? That fucking bitch from school I was telling you about. Katrina.

Oh, come on.

I'm so sorry.

She's such a bully. I hate her.

Sweetheart.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'll handle it.

You must be Katrina.

I must be she.

And it's so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Logan.

Look, I know what you've been doing, and it's going to stop right now.

I need you to be a little bit more specific because I actually do a lot of

things.

Is this funny to you?

Because this is not funny to me.

And if you don't stop bullying my daughter, I'll be forced to involve the

police.

Did you invite me over here to have a heart -to -heart?

Or...

To talk things through and help me see the error in my ways?

Or... Did you just want to use that time to threaten me?

Threaten you?

Who said anything about threatening you?

It's about standing up for Libby.

Of course it is.

And I bet you do that all the time, right?

Excuse me?

Look, all I'm saying is...

It's a thing, okay? At school, the teachers, the principal, they're all

up for her all the time.

Do you know who her best friend at school is?

It's the guidance counselor.

How dare you! It's the fucking guidance counselor! Do you know how pathetic that

is? God damn it, you shut your mouth!

Look, Mr. Wilkins, I get it, okay? You're pissed.

And it's... Easy to be mad at me, but I don't really think you are mad at me. I

think... I think you're mad at Libby.

Mad at Libby?

Now why on earth would I be mad at her?

Well, you invited me over here because you want to protect Libby, right?

Of course! She's my daughter!

You want to protect her?

Because she needs to be protected.

She has that victim mentality written all over her. It's very obvious.

And it's for attention.

Just like those stupid bullshit panic attacks at school.

Those panic attacks are very, very real. Come on, Mr. Wilkins. Don't you ever

get the feeling that they're, I don't know, fake?

Like, who could have them that often?

I mean...

I guess she is very sickly looking.

So maybe somebody so weak can't really handle the pressures of the real world.

How dare you speak of my daughter like that?

All right, fine. I won't talk about her like that. Talk about you.

You know, when you called me, and I looked up your social media profiles,

I know you're divorced.

And I know...

But with the amount of time and energy and

air that Libby takes up, well,

you probably never date.

I'm right, aren't I?

And you know what I think?

I think that it's because Libby won't let you.

I mean...

It's very obvious that she wants your attention the most out of everyone.

I mean, if you look at the way she's always posting photos of the two of you,

tagging you and stuff, she doesn't want to share you with

anyone.

And she doesn't care about your happiness.

All she cares about is keeping you all for herself.

It's okay to be mad at her, Mr. Wilkins.

You have every right.

That's enough. You need to leave now.

You know, tuck guy?

It does not suit you, Mr. Wilkins. You're obviously a nice guy.

And that's why you let Libby walk all over you.

And she cries and plays victim, and you just come running to save her every

time. And while you're busy doing what she wants, you're never going to get to

do what you want.

And believe me, I know that there are certain things that you

want.

How do you know what I want?

That's why you invited me over here when Libby wasn't home.

You know, I might be 18, but I'm not stupid.

What?

She's not here because I don't want her to suffer anymore. You've done enough

already.

It's okay, Mr. Wilkins.

You don't have to be so defensive.

I'm telling you to take...

What you want.

Get on your knees.

Is this what you want?

You seem to know everything that I want.

Jerking off a little bit.

Yes.

Yeah. I'm going to jerk off a little ton.

That's a good little slut. Mm -hmm.

Ugh!

motherfuckers.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Rita, Rita, pull my ears in.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Please what? Please fuck me.

Please fuck me.

Yes.

I'm not your father, but you fucking need one.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

I just feel so much better

Oh my god!

Fuck! You better fucking give it to me because I can take it. I can fucking

it. Yeah? Yeah. I'll put you down.

Yeah. Yeah.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

Yes, people are sleeping. I need that. I fucking need that.

Yeah.

Fucking good at that. You should have been fucking all the time.

That's the action we're supposed to go.

Yes, I fucking love it. Oh my fucking god.

Daddy?

Katrina?

What the fuck is going on? Oh, my God.

Daddy?

Oh, my God. She's going to try to do it again.

I don't want you to listen to her.

Daddy, what are you doing?

Jesus Christ, Libby.

For once in your life. could you not make this about you

oh

my god

didn't that feel so fucking good I could fucking come right now oh my god

I'm so proud of you. You fucking told that bitch.

Yeah.

Thank you so much.

Oh my goodness.

Fuck all that. Fuck it. Fuck it.

Yeah.

Fuck me however you want.

You earned it.

Yeah. Yeah.

That's it.

Fucking daddy?

Yeah.

Fucking what? Okay, I want you to be my fucking daddy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

I want you to fucking come on me. I want you to fucking come on me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Fuck. Give me that fucking load.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Oh, yes. That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it. This is the only thing

I want.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yes. This is what you deserve.

This is what you get.

Oh, fuck.

Here we go. Please,

please, please.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

have to go, like, comfort her or something.

She hung around.