"Oh! Excuse me, Nasima! I didn't know you were in here my daughter!" I looked over my shoulder, embarrassment showing all over my face. When I manage... to speak up, shaking trying to say, "I was doing laundry daddy- I didn't, expect anyone home." giving him s very awkward smile. feeling my father-in-law was perving on my arse. suddenly daddy blurted it right out, “You've got a nice big Bum, Nasima". The compliment made me feel creeped out, I also have a small crush on him. this made me feel. “And again for Emily.” Another punch landed……………….I was hot, I stood up, and dived into the pool. Swam a quick length, then another. I stood so my tip toes just touched the bottom of the pool, refreshed. Charles smiled at me. He, like me was tanned. He was good looking, his grey hair contrasting with his skin. He was fitter than most men half his age. His sex drive was that of a sixteen year old boy. His smiled, his teeth white, and perfect. Over his shoulder Emily was sitting up, a leg either. ”“I wasn’t sure,” admitted Mel. “Many of the boys I do stuff with have little or no hair.”“But the older ones do, don’t they?”Mel gave a little gasp, as though she’d had a eureka moment. She was quite a paradox, knowing about the safe and fertile periods in her cycle but seemingly ignorant of some of the basic aspects of puberty.“Now open your legs wide and hold still or I might accidentally cut you,” I warned her.I continued with the beard trimmer until Mel’s rat’s nest had been reduced to. Her mother never seemed to notice. Then again, her mother never seemed to notice anything these days. Whether it was Zoe’s failing grades, the letters from her teachers that came in the mail, or the black eye she came home with after a fight at school, Zoe’s mother wandered around the house in a complete haze totally oblivious to the world around her. ‘Today will probably be no different,’ Zoe was thinking to herself as she walked home from school. She dreaded school. She dreaded coming home..