The expectations for Taryn were impossibly high, much higher than those for any other Calia in the Kabati tribe. Kintook entered the hut and gave her...the traditional greeting of patting her head with his right hand. Calia looked up at her husband. They had been chosen as children and Calia was grateful her husband was a gentle lover and attentive friend. She was married to him at the end of Taryn’s second year, according to tradition. He was barely a man then but already well respected in the. “Dad would expect nothing less of you. Rachel deserves nothing less of you.” Tara knows Rachel and I have kissed. I guess she’s okay with that. Lately, though, I get feelings. I know what’s happening. I need a dad to talk with.Tara’s dated several guys, but none of them came close to what she needs, and I watch – they’re pretty good guys. One of them worked with Mister Wally as an ag pilot. One is a technician with 3Sigma.All of them seemed to be nice people. None of them meet my sister’s. Mostly surrounded by galleries and stores, with the occasional bar sparsely attended during the week and the popular all-night diner four or five blocks away, not many things attracted traffic that late. West Broadway and Houston had its cars, but not that many, especially the former, and hardly any on the smaller streets. Walking hand in hand, fingers threaded, conversations quiet and occasional, it became a beautiful bonding ritual within the magical space of Manhattan at night.“It’s the. You ruined my life, and now I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to take away your life and your future, like you did mine, and turn you into the cheap, two cent whore you always were. I'm going to break you, bitch!"Cheryl shuddered as the sound of Donna's quiet voice brought back visions from the past. It was years earlier, when Cheryl was President of the sorority to which Donna, a nineteen year old Sophomore, was pledging. Inviting Donna to rush, it was never intended that she be admitted to.