Can we please…“…go to the dance?...”“…Please daddykins?”“Go, go… aww shit it hurts to talk. Go to dance.”“Thank you…”“…...hank you…”“…thank you…”“…thank you…”“…Daddykins.”Then they all started giggling again and started kissing me like little girls, not like the vixens they were a half hour ago. Somehow, I have to get them married off before they kill me.Chapter 3Have no idea what time it was when I woke up but judging by the amount of sunlight, it had to be past noon. Good thing I own my own. Tall, slender, good looking I guess. He was scanning the bassinets, looking intently at the black children. I knew instantly who he was. Son of a bitch, she had to have called him.Sarah saw the look in my eyes, and tried to hold me. He must have recognized me and saw the murder in my eyes, because he instantly turned and ran. I lost him in the lobby because a security guard tried to get in the way. I ran right over him, but by the time I got to the parking lot he was getting in his car. A new. " Thanks." I sat down. "My name's Patrick Hollister. I work for the State in Sydney." You get to pay, it's my tax dosh!" said one of the men."Get the draft. It's the only cold draft in Tibooburra," added the third."We got a letter about some Aborigines living in the Park and I got sent to find out what's up." Your day to shovel the shit?" I heard there were nigs in the Park." Now, Jem, don't talk like that. You go get us four drafts. Patrick'll pay." I nodded. "But no more bad language." So. I freaked and he opened the door and walked our way."Nice show ya put on there." he said standing there with a hard on so obvious to both of us. "We...we were just leaving" Josh said.Then he looks at both of us and says that he's going to take us and have us turned into the pricipal for it. Oh great, on graduation day, why today of all days. So I begin to beg him not to but he was set in his ways."I'll fix that flag pole that you're sporting if you don't tell! Just please," I was getting.