The girl’s life meant nothing to me; I knew I could kill her without a second thought. To me, after all, she was just meat. I just didn’t want to ...be a slave to my passions.Finally I decided to leave, rather than tempt myself. I went to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and then headed for the door. Fatefully, I overheard a snippet of conversation between my little doe and another partygoer:“Do you know where I could get some weed?” she asked.I walked out the front door and started. These have been edited lightly, and in particular some numbers have been corrected.At the end of this work, please join me again to learn how you can contribute to and collaborate with the "Dear Stepdaddy" column, for the enjoyment of all.Also note that where Stepdaddy lives in the U.S., "middle school" encompasses the seventh, eighth, and sometimes ninth grades. Students normally turn fourteen in the eighth grade.January 29, 2011 – Dear Stepdaddy: Tattoo HullabalooDear Stepdaddy,I've been. “Hi Gerry, my name is Pattie. Please come in.” “Well aren’t you a hot little number. Jesus, Bobby what a beautiful wife you have.” “Yea, she's really hot. Enjoy her my friend. I sure will.” Gerry was a good looking man. He was 5’9 and maybe he weighed about 230 pounds. He was chubby, but not as bad as I thought he might look. He was bald and had blue eyes. He just had a bit of a beer belly, but not as bad as I thought. He had a nice smile. “Pattie, why don’t you give Gerry a lap dance. Kevin was slightly out of place in a sport coat and tie as the majority of the men in the restaurant were wearing tuxes. Denise wore a black cocktail dress which was elegant in its simplicity, matching black hose and high heels. They sat making small talk and studying the menu until both looked up as a rather handsome, middle aged man made his way to their table. Clad impeccably in a tux, he cut a rather dashing figure. His waist might not be quite as slender as in his younger years but it was.