I mean to show you, but it will end with what has gotten into you. I roll out of bed and again without speaking I grasp you around the waist and hoist...your small body over my shoulder in the classic fireman’s carry. You give a small shriek and playfully pound your fists lightly on my back as I carry you to the bathroom. While holding you I turn on the shower spray, waiting until the water is comfortably warm and then I slowly lower you under the stream. I follow, and you can see the desire in. It was Mr. Todd. In his typical arrogant voice he said, “Brian just called to give me your message. Do you really want me to ruin your life, bitch? I want you over here tomorrow, as soon as school lets out.”I didn’t feel the least bit intimidated by this asshole. I responded, “If you contact me again, if any of your friends or acquaintances attempt to intimidate me, and if my pictures are not removed from your web site, I’m not the one that will spend decades as some big dude’s bitch in prison.. When we got home, Astrid had a surprise for me. It was a red 2002 Mustang convertible. It had been my grandfather's last car and had been in storage since his death. She had had it serviced and completely gone over during August with the intention of me driving it to school. Roger's assault had ruined her plans for presenting it to me before school started, but it was ready and I could drive it to school tomorrow.I had never expected anything like this. I hugged and kissed Astrid in. She stopped at this point and called Andrea over again. "Andrea, I knowhow much you are enjoying being a part of her experience becoming a realteenage princess. Do you want to show her, quickly, how to use thecurling iron before I style this fully?"At this point I thought I was already numb to what was going on. Ithought you could not make this any worst, but again I was wrong. Andreaproceeded to show me how to wind my hair around the curling iron, hold itthere for a minute and release it by.