She could feel her bare feet gradually rubbing up against the ground as she walked the night strip. Yes, she was bare foot and half naked. In the distance she noticed a street performer with a jar in front of him, people just walked by as if he were not there. The big show had just let out, and traffic was heavy as many hungry gamblers took a small break from the slot machines. Ashley had got accustomed to the night life. She’d known nothing else. The fever of different emotions, the funk of sweaty sheets, and the thrill of anyone who paid, kept her fed. That’s when she saw her father. At this moment I have to put you inside of the mind of a female who had slept with just about every kind of man. Caucasian, African, Asian, Hispanic, and many other ethnicities, she was unclean. The odds of her seeing her father had to be pretty slim, but there he was, looking at his little girl walk through the streets with no shoes on and half naked. At first sight, each had lost touch with reality. Their hearts skipped a beat and time itself stood still. The passage of time began to bloom with the central focus of shame, and self inflicted pity. Not too many men could handle these kinds of moments. Feeling some form of hope, Ashley ran to her father. In a new world filled with lust and deception, he was the only man who could save her. He carried his daughter to his car and rescued her out of the wilderness. Bear witness to the sight of daddy’s girl left to defend herself in the darkness of night, for the wolves had ripped her apart and left her for dead and only daddy’s love could mend her broken soul.
The End.
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