[Y/n] was a stunning woman in life,With her own share of problemsalways kept in shape and fit from her childhood teachings from her drunk and militant...father.A active military man but hated the word duty he drowns his anger with life's liquid courage, his living daughter was always there to greet him home but he saw it as a annoying thorn.He being the drunk he was thought that if he should suffer, why suffer alone. He started treating his daughter like a soldier, training and basic techniques. . naked,” I breathed.“Just topless,” she said. “But how did Annette put it? Before you touch my boobs, you have to kiss me. Like you mean it.” Fay raised her lips to mine and I touched them.It’s not like Fay and I have never kissed. She often kissed me when she came to bed to comfort me. She kissed me when we left for school. She kissed me when we got home. She kissed me before bed. Sometimes a cheek. Sometimes my forehead. Sometimes I kissed her ear because it made her giggle. But to kiss as I. I took a good look at the car. It was leaking fuel- it would be dangerous for them to tow it, and extremely dangerous for her to try starting the car. When she made a motion to, I screamed at her and she quickly realized that I thought she shouldn't. I went to the back of my wagon, where I kept a toolkit. I used it as a general gopher car around my cabin, so I kept tools in it.I grabbed a crowbar and went back to her car. I made motions in the air indicating that I wanted to pry her door open,. Hey, you ready for this? Last night I turned the 'ring' back into a 'sword' and I'm thinking, 'Wonder how to maintain this thing?' So I grab my diamond whetstone then start to take a stroke and on the backstroke the darn thing slices right through the stone. Almost lost my thumb to that sucker," Rick related."Are you kidding me, you OK?" Stan yelped."Yeah, I'm fine now. But it took a while for the shakes to stop. Here's the even weirder 'other' shoe though. When I'd calmed down enough to think.