Her skin was fair and her smile was bright and cheerful as she grinned. As her father, I couldn't see her smile too often just because we argued all t...he time. Curfew, boys, her clothes were all fair game in our arguments. There were times I would have a plain clothes officer tail her when I knew I'd be home late. I knew she resented it, but I also knew she would make it home safely. One of her partners in crime was this hot little thing named Sandra. Sandra was extremely well built for a. ”“So why wasn’t I born with this gift?”Bryce smiles lovingly at her, before snatching a quick kiss from her. “I guess it doesn’t work that way. I think the only way is to be scratched b a female or...”“Yeah, Uncle Markus told me the same thing already,” she says interrupting. That is old news, things she already knows. She craves new knowledge and this new revelation intrigues her. “Is that why Mom has been treating me differently?”With a deep sigh he says, “Yes.” He has seen it, but it has. ”“But Christine... what...”“Do you like me, Lionel?”“Yes of course, but...”“Then be quiet and let me do this for you.”She had been trembling herself as she had lowered herself to her knees, letting her body slide down against his, heart racing, her head screaming with joy and anticipation. She would finally live out her fantasy, her dream of feeling and tasting, of doing something sexual with someone, making them feel good. Her mouth was already watering as she started to unbutton and unzip his. “He demonstrated all the pony gaits,” I said. I was able to describe a few, even though I had barely been paying attention when Stefan had told me about them.“That’s it?” Mike asked.Barbara’s steam started to evaporate. That didn’t sound all that bad.“Yep,” I said.“Did you do that around the pool?” he asked me.“No, but now and then Stefan called me Miss Emily,” I said.Mike chuckled. “Was Courtney involved?” he asked.Barbara’s blue eyes shot daggers in Mike’s direction. She would never consider.