It must have been horrid for her. Out of family pride he gave me a job, but I still hated him with a passion.Then he died and our lives changed comple...ely.After the funeral all of the family gathered at our house. After they had spent the day and evening we all went to our own bedrooms. I was the last to go up to my room because I was helping Mom by locking up and making sure everything was taken care of downstairs.I was walking down the upstairs hallway. It was carpeted so no one could hear. After all, he didn’t mind when she dressed up naughty for an evening out. Hell, she would walk around his apartment bareass, and not a single complaint. Then again, he DID always keep the blinds drawn… She sighed happily at the memory. It had taken a hell of a lot of patience to change some of her habits. She certainly hadn’t been an easy student. How he’d put up with her… His yawn brought her out of her daydream. He’d called her before heading home, and she could tell from. “But it was already done so what could she do about it?”“She didn’t try to make you dye it back?”“Oh she tried,” Jamie said. “But I refused. After awhile she got used to it I guess. She doesn’t mention it any more.”“Wow, you managed to get your own way,” Sammy said, marveling. “How the hell did you do it?”Jamie shrugged as she took another bite of her burger. “Nothing special. Just refused is all. It’s not like she could make me change back. So I didn’t. Your problem is you always feel you have. Pop swore that I'd led him on and teased him beyond all reasonable expectation. According to him I was always bending over and wiggling my ass in his face or flashing my tits at him.Naturally, mom believed him and I was history. And, of course, my aunt believed them when she called to ask why I'd been fired. My next job was working at a gas station doing the same thing. The only difference was that the station was owned by three brothers. This time I knew that I needed the job. I wanted to move.