I hate them so much. My blonde hair stops at my waist, and I am complimented on it very much when I go out. My eyes are like a cloudy blue, and they a...lways show my emotions, whether it is happy, sad, pissed off, or jealous. They are the only part of me that is a major give away. Every time I lay eyes on my mother, I am filled with envy. She seems like the type to bring all the men home so she can play with them, but surprisingly, she is married to James, my step-dad. He is handsome, but I still. It has worked out on two way for them: one, Sarah ended up moving to another state—a few states away—and two, with Leon a teacher, he gets the summers off and has plenty of time to spend with her. Sarah is a good woman and when they discussed the custody, she was very open to his opinions. They settled on no child support, since they both would have her and when she turned sixteen, Amber could decide where she wanted to live. Of course if Amber chose her father then the whole child support. "Acacia," he continued. "I cannot help but think that your Institute taught you some crazy things, but some of them are quite useful and enjoyable." I like to think so," she giggled.A few minutes later, Wade was out on the floor of the apartment, half-dressed, doing pushups as part of his habitual morning calesthenics when there came a knocking on the door. Instantly, he came to a stop, as Acacia cringed. The .45 had been laying on the floor next to the bed all night -- he hadn't been that. I need you to get up and get dressed. I have a place for you to look at." What do you mean?" I said, still half asleep."You told me that the two of you wanted to rent a house, well I got a house for you to look at," said Grace. "Get your ass out of bed and get ready to go." Fine," I grumbled. "I'll be down in a half hour."I stumbled out of bed after Grace left and woke up in the shower. My cock was really tender and it felt like it was going to fall off. I mentally resigned myself to the fact.