his hands slide over my shoulders and twine our fingers , showing me how to brace my weight on the cushion . as the road was long , there were roughly twenty to thirty such drains . i took in a deep breath as my dad followed me out of his office . the thirteenth attempt though had gone well . `` do you like to be tucked in ? '' it was so easy , so perfect . that 's not nice , '' he said as he grabbed my hair . the friction of his fierce movements made me wild . 