I’d gotten Mom to help write it; she knows the kind of thing that grown-ups want to read in those kind of letters.Honestly, she wrote most of it. I ...signed my name at the bottom tho, when she was done.“Well, uh,” he stammered when he was done. “We’re going to miss you, Tiffany.”I don’t think he even noticed that he licked his lips while saying that.“Call me Tiff,” I said with a smile, and he nodded in response.Before I left, I couldn’t help but give him a big hug. He was almost thirty, and so I. A wee bit – I haven't used that expression in ages ... she's already rubbing off on me! The whole time I was getting the haircut, I was thinking about what to talk to her about.I hadn't been on a date in a while, but she makes me nervous and excited at the same time. She called me Roman and for the first time in a really long time I didn't cringe at the sound of my given name.I went home and spent about 20 minutes cleaning the apartment. I must be in love – I never clean! We're going out to. “Maybe you may have another daughter to look after you in your old age eh?” Brian had a quick shower, put on his robe and walked into his daughter’s bedroom. He removed his robe and stood in front of her in just a pair of black silk boxers. He already had a raging erection but knew he had to take it easy as he broke her in to his way. Sylvia held up her arms and invited him down to lie beside her. He did this and turned on his side with his hand resting on her hip. She faced him and leaned. “I said I'll see you next week,” I reminded her with a frown.“Punish me,” she said, stopping a few feet from my desk.“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up. Not that the idea was unwelcome... just surprising that she'd actually voiced it aloud.“Punish me,” she said again, her voice strained and scratchy. “Please.”“No,” I said simply, though the refusal was far from simple. What I wouldn't give to punish her.She let out a frustrated but short scream and stepped to the wall, then slammed her fist into.