It must be Thursday now.My (new) father seems increasingly concerned. We talk little, and I onlyeat tiny amounts just to placate him.At the end of Fri...ay, my father comes into the room, which has becomemore and more dishevelled in the preceding 72 hrs."Kim, I have a visitor for you."Oh Great, the dragon lady is back.But it wasn't her.Behind my father, a blonde girl enters the room.It's Bethany, the other cheerleader and Anthony's biochemistry classmate.She seems to completely forget my father. Nervous as well as awkward, and having just reached puberty made things worse. I never knew what to say or how to act cool, like most of the other boys, who seemed to have no problems talking to girls, it was a pivotal time for any boy my age. Having few friends, a strong imagination, and not being good at sports led to my days being filled with hours of incessant masturbation.School Days were a torture… all the girls flaunting and flirty, but not with me, unless it was as some form of joke. I. “I can’t do that if you’re standing way over there. Come around here.”Marcia moved, but kept holding the front of her dress so I had a constant view of her succulent lips. I could feel the start of my own swollen condition as she came within reach. She did have a beautiful pussy, but maybe I thought that about all of them.I ran my hand up and down her leg. Marcia shivered. I explained, “When I check or when you feel I should check, you should feel free to come around to this side of my desk.. Settling above the falls to watch the snow-like drift of cherry blossoms over the water, our celebratory feast was the warmest I could remember. Even Hotene’s cool and remote demeanour frequently melted into happy smiles.There was little discussion of what the ceremony meant for them, or for us. The day was about my daughters, its meaning whatever they chose to make of it. But if I was unflinchingly honest with myself, their baptism didn’t just signify an emergence into maturity. Because I.