"We made our way to the entrance; she rested her hand on my arm, more, I think for reassurance than necessity. We weren't moving fast, but at that she... certainly wasn't doing too badly. I called Em when we got there and she appeared within five minutes.I opened the door for her; her lips tightened and by dint of pulling with her arms and pushing with her below-the-knee leg, she got herself in and ensconced on the back seat."The Ladybower, please, Em," I said, settling beside Hazel.As we moved. "He should have known better. We Crandall men don't do well with alcohol, even small amounts of it. At least it looks like you two... I mean..." his eyes flitted away from hers, only inches away and it was plain he was embarrassed. "... at least he he did his duty before he passed out," he finished uncomfortably."No! He didn't!" she muttered, before she could stop it from coming out of her mouth."Oh... sorry," said Bob, his cheeks darkening again. "I'll just put you down on the bed beside. It’s hard having to keep talking about it all of the time. That’s why I hardly ever have my friends come over to the house anymore. Mom is pushing me to do that but I don’t want to not yet,” she said.“Hmm, I understand,” I said.“What about your Uncle Ron?” I said. And, yes, my words were kind of an indirect test as one might have said.“Daddy, he’s daddy Ron now. He’s my real daddy,” she said. “But you’re my daddy too,” she said in kind of a hurry.“Oh, yeah, okay,” I said. I wanted to scream. I walked through the halls with a whole newperspective. I now noticed all the guys and all the attention I was nowreceiving. I added more "sex" to my step. Shaking my ass a little bit asI walked to up the stairs to homeroom. I heard whistling coming fromsomewhere below me, I smiled.Homeroom started promptly at nine fifteen. I sat down in my seat andstarted to touch up my makeup. I could hear the other kids whisperingbehind me, and I knew it was all about me. When my name was called.