I never knew my biological dad, and I never want to. But there was this hole in my life and I always wanted it filled. Don't get me wrong, I loved m...ma, but I wanted someone around who was big and strong, yet someone who was nice to me. Mama dated a bunch of losers, and then you came along. You were soooooo nice to me, but especially to mama, and that's what turned it for me. You were my hero and daddy all rolled into one. I even did the math back then. I knew mama was 16 years old when. .” I grinned. Andrea feigned surprise. “Oh, you are terrible!” She smiled back. “Alright, I'll take care of you tonight.” I turned towards the door. “I bet you will...” she mumbled. We went back out to the party, and I kept Andrea close all night, partly to keep her out of trouble, but mostly just because as she drank more and more, she was willingly pliable to my suggestions. We danced and made out; we playfully groped when we thought no one was watching. Joyce stayed for a couple of. Zara was sandwiched between two guys. She didn’t know what she was doing, only that she had to hide. She was already feeling ill–she’d had some more to drink during breaks–and everything was slightly hazy. When she looked up, she saw Josh staring at her from the stage. Quickly she glanced down and stumbled away from the two men muttering that she needed fresh air. She tried to run away but only succeeded in tripping and falling. Strong hands grabbed her and roughly pulled her outside. Zara. " Dear love. You spent so much time and enthusiasm on your favorites, like history and philosophy. And you kept the best GPA in class. I know it's not important to you compared to Cathy's health, but it's not like you have to sacrifice one for the other. If it ever comes to that, you can take time off school to spend more time with your sister, but right now you can do both. Don't throw away all your work, please. It's much better to have the options open."Besides, you can't spend all your time.