It seemed that a collective sigh of relief went up when we made this proposal, and our idea was quickly approved. That left us with one more paper to ...write, as we would have to prepare a speech for the commencement ceremonies. In idle moments we started bandying ideas back and forth, trying to find the appropriate tone, yet trying to avoid shocking our parents, peers, and teachers. Or, at least trying to lessen the shock to a level that we thought we could get away with.The one advantage that. We carried on talking and he would tell me how he wishes he was was my dad and how he wanted to meet. We chatted for a long time as I never could get the courage to meet. He would call me his baby girl as he liked thinking of me as his daughter and I would call him daddy and we would talk dirty to each other. I would say stuff like how I wanted him to watch while his baby girl slides her tight arse up and down her daddy’s cock until he fills her full of cum. I got to the point where I couldn’t. “I am only interested in justice.”“Okay. See you in ten days.”“Bye.”After that, she was bored. She’d been reading pretty much constantly for a month, unable to do much else. She wasn’t interested in doing a puzzle. Finally, Bob had an idea.“Remember how I told you I needed to teach you to handle a gun?”She made a face.“It’s important, Lacey. You know that.”“I suppose so,” she said, begrudgingly.Dick Hooker was the inside man at the moment, so Bob asked him where the Marshal Service did their. “What should I wait for, Missus Thompson? Should I wait for you to heap more abuse upon my fiancé or on me?”She recoiled like I had struck her. “Paul, don’t treat me this way! I’m your mother.”“Missus Thompson, I have no mother. My mother is a bitch who is dead to me. I am an orphan. I will make a life with Melissa without a family.” Again, I turned to go.She was now crying. My brother and sister were crying. My father had tears flowing down his cheeks. “Paul, please hear us out.”“What, Mister.