‘Uh – yes,’ my father replied. I bit my lip. ‘Can you…can we arrange it so Nick will be here?’ I whispered. I sensed their heads turning t...o face each other, but they didn’t speak. ‘Of course, pet,’ Nick said softly. I nodded. ‘Thanks.’ — My instructor, Scott, was a tall, imposing former Navy Seal who never smiled. To say I found him intimidating would be an understatement. He wasn’t disagreeable or harsh, just deliberate and professional. He was calm when he demonstrated each defense move,. " Standing back up, she folded her skirt and put it with her blouse on the dresser before returning to the bottom of the bed to stand in front of me. "Take a good look, hon," she said, "This is what Mom looks like at the end of the day when no one is looking." Uh, yeah," I stumbled, turning an even deeper shade of beetroot. Mom sure did have an awesome ass. Good old Dad. At least he did have some good taste despite being a jerk. There is just something about a well-stacked ass that made the. He had remained absolutely still as she had run her trembling fingers over his lean cheeks and then on his stubborn dimpled chin. In her mind’s eye she pictured him to be a striking man but that was not enough. Her heart had still thumped in her chest like a frightened canary banging against the cage. She had pushed against his shoulders and whispered that he had raped her, taken away her mind and left her with a tattered self respect. Emboldened by the rage that had began to replace fear she. "You pulled yourself the last steps with the help of the railing. "It's fine, Clarice." I'm glad you could come," she avoided your gaze, instead looking at the shoes in the corner. Then, she walked back inside, her gray yoga pants tight over her butt as she moved. "Tea?" Sure," you answered. A beer would be nice too, but it had to wait. Clarice was an innocent girl, perhaps that's why she chose a weekend sleepover instead of throwing a party. It's like being a teen all over again. You didn't.