Maybe it would be best to go home?She thought of her foster mom - the screaming cow she was, and decided against it. Maybe it would be okay to stay ou...t here for a little while longer. She took another long drag on her cigarette, pulling it closer into her hood and away from the rain.Violet was an "orphan" - abandoned near birth by her crack-addict mother, and never knowing who her dad was. Now eighteen years old, she lived with a set of foster parents. Her foster father was a spineless. "I wanted to plant a subliminal seed in your mind. I remembered what you said when I bought the T-shirt -- about it being an endorsement of i****t with my father."I moved my leg between hers and kissed her on the head. "Well, it worked, sweetie -- I haven't been able to take my mind or eyes off of you ever since you came downstairs wearing it." I'm glad, Daddy. I feel so safe with you -- so loved by you. And speaking of planting seeds, I want you to plant some of yours in me..."I needed no. "Riley? I don't know. Sort of. We're casual, nothing exclusive. Don't wanna waste my first year at college with one girl, you know?" Sounds lovely," I muttered."More judgment, Kristen? Never had you down as a prude." I'm not a damn prude." Hmm. I'm not convinced."The plane began rocking more violently, making me gasp. I clung to my brother's shirt, turning to him with panicked eyes."It's fine, Kris. The fasten seat belt sign hasn't even been switched on." I don't even pay attention to that. "Well, what time do you get off work?" I asked. "I get off at 11pm...is that too late?" "Do I need to pick you up?" I queried. She replied that she does drive, "duh?" I wrote down my address for her and said I'd be at home. I was excited. I had this pretty young lady who at the very least would come over and watch some movies with me.At home, I did the quick clean up of the house, including the "kid's room". The kid is my 14 year old stepdaughter whom my ex wife had from her first marriage. I.