The bathroom is off limits, sweetheart.
You know what? My room is off limits.
*She reaches out, touching Jason’s face with light fingers*
You want me, Father, don’t deny it.
Don’t you remember what I felt like? Warm, and wet, and tight around you. How I arched for you, and called your name.
( He jerks away from her touch like he's been burned, not wanting the reminder of how badly he'd messed up. )
Stop it.









