When I got to her room, I found the door slightly ajar and knocked as I pushed open the door calling, “Ashely… can we talk?” Ashley, was sitting... on her bed and stood when I walked in looking a little nervous. I then said, “We need to talk about-"Ashley quickly cut in, “Daddy… do you want to see me for real?”All confused, I replied, “What, sweetheart?”She replied, “Do you want to see me for real?" And with that she pulled her tee-shirt over her head revealing those perfect 16 year old B cup. " she nodded to herself and then focused on me fully. "Now, my child, you need help that I can give. You need skills for life, love and battle. For that I am here." Why would you help?" I asked simply."Twofold reasons. First and foremost is that one of my children needs help that only I can give, second, after all is said and done, I will most likely have revenge against those that destroyed my love and my life." she replied. She began moving around me and examining me with critical eye. "I. One morning this last week as I was driving her to work I saw an old couple sitting on their porch the next block over. All I could think and feel was I HATE YOU! I didn’t know those people. I had never seen them before that moment, but I hated them with every fiber of my being because they were old and I’m not going to be. If I could have killed them and gotten away with it I would have. Instead, I finished taking my wife to work and thought about how much I hated them.Then I thought about how. “Sure. What’s up?” I asked.“I’m sorry I behaved like a bitch on our date. Will you forgive me and can we go back to being friends again?”I chuckled, “Of course I will, and we can. I really did kind of dump a lot of stuff on you all at once. And that stuff is pretty far outside the mainstream.”“It is, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I shouldn’t have been surprised and that it really does fit who you are. But that lifestyle isn’t for me.”“We can still be friends,” I.