Free Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan Page A

did you know I knew it was there?”
    “I just knew. It takes one to know one, maybe.”
    “How did you find your way there if no one showed you?”
    “By following my Truth. The same as you.”
    “Is my truth sexual?”
    “ONE of your truths is sexual, yes.” Daddy said, holding up a finger.
    “There’s more than one?”
    “Of course, Baby Doll. There is an infinite number of truths. It is a life-long journey. It may continue for many lifetimes. I don’t know. I haven’t found all of mine either. But I have found enough to show you how to start your own search for truth.”
    “That sounds like a religion. Are you like a priest?”
    Daddy started laughing. “No, I’m not. Nothing of the kind. It’s the opposite of religion.”
    “What is the opposite of religion? No religion?”
    “No, The Truth.”
    “Daddy, why do you want to teach me?”
    “Who says I want to teach you anything?”
    “You keep on answering my questions with questions!”
    “No, I’m not. You aren’t even asking me the questions…you are asking yourself the questions. You are just ‘framing’ them at me.”
    Mia was silent, content to drift on the tide of soft warmth of feeling she got from her Daddy. And he was HER Daddy now. She felt completely possessive of him.
    She shrugged her way into his arms, like she belonged there, without asking for permission. She knew it was where she belonged. She then took his hand and without conscious thought put it between her legs, so he could play with her wet pussy. She leaned into him and pulled her feet up on the sofa. She wanted to sink into him, to merge her being with his as they had done during sex. She knew now it was possible to become completely one with another person in ways she never thought possible.
    “Daddy? I don’t know anything about you.”
    “Does it matter?”
    “Are you married?”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “You don’t wear a ring.”
    “So?”
    “Did this happen with your wife as well?”
    “No, it didn’t. She couldn’t accept her own Truth. You could. Some people are trapped. They would rather be slaves to their own illusions and those of others. Some can’t escape the illusions and false walls other people and society build around them. She was one of them. It wasn’t her fault. It takes courage. A lot of it. Most people don’t have it.”
    “So where does that leave us? I’m married, you’re married…we have no future.”
    “It leaves us with right now, right here, in this moment. That is the only thing life is giving us. Let’s spend it like the gift it is.”
    “I want MORE than that,” Mia said, with conviction.
    “Then take all you want, or you need,” said Daddy, smiling at Mia, loving her.
     

“A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.”
     
    Jim Morrison
     
     
     
    Chapter 20
     
    “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
     
    They walked down the hallway. The floors were the same light colored oak and up the carpeted stairs. At the top of the landing there was a bedroom with the door closed, with brightly-colored crayon pictures on the door. “Lenny’s Room…do not enter,” the sign said, in a child’s scrawl.
    Instead, they turned towards the left and walked into a huge bedroom. Mia remembered she and her husband had looked at one when they were buying a house. A “Master Suite” the realtor called it.
    It had an entertainment system on one wall, opposite a huge king-size bed. A desk was in another corner with a bay window overlooking the back yard. The desk had a computer monitor and books all over it. There were more pictures of the little boy in here. She could see now he was Amerasian. He was cute. He was going to be a heart-breaker when he grew up.
    Still holding Mia’s hand, they walked into the bathroom. It had a