I'm not looking for just a piece of ass." A murderer with ethics," Eve quipped. "How refreshing." I was just about to tell her to fuck herself when Ke...lin surprised me by speaking up."That's not fair, Evie!" the little red-head actually sounded angry. "He's not a murderer." He's killed hundreds of men," Eve protested taken aback by her pint-sized attacker, "and at least six of them in cold-blood." Actually I was very hot-blooded at the time and seeing nothing but red, but I understood what she. She sighed before turning to me. "You can always pull whatever style wedecide on into a low ponytail like usual. It should still work." I can't do that, Mom," I whined. "Then everyone will see my piercedears!"She smiled at me, but I don't think she understood the ramifications ofbeing different in high school. I didn't want to get beaten up overthis."It'll be okay, Megan." she said, giving me a comforting hug. "They'llbe more forgiving than you think, and you'll really enjoy life away. It was hard for the girls, without their mother. My sister did her best to help out when she can but she had a family of her own. I knew my girls needed a woman in their life, someone they could look up to. I wanted only the best for them.After my wife's accident Linda volunteered to help out anyway she could. That's the kind of person she is. A couple of nights a week she would come over and make the girls dinner; she said kids needed good home-cooked meals. So whenever her husband was away. She slept in the guest room which was at the other endof our house in the basement (same floor as mybedroom). There was never any sexual chemistry with heror anything that led up to what happened. She neverflirted with me, that just wasn’t her personality. Shedid have a cute face… but wasn’t ‘pretty’. She was ofItalian descent and had nice olive colored skin. The ‘incident’ that happened was innocent enough. At18, like most other boys, my hormones were.