Tammy and her dad had something of a love/hate relationship. While he saw a lot of himself in her as a teenager, he tried to raise her properly. This ...ad resulted in something of a paradox - Tammy was capable of acting appropriately when needed (getting out of lunch detention at school being a good example), but she was also a hell raiser. Michelle's brother Mark had described Tammy a few times as a "shit stirrer", and it was an accurate description.Michelle's dad took pity on the two girls,. He caressed her cheeks, running his tongue down her neck, lost in her softness. He kissed her beautiful shoulders, dragging his head downward, until he buried it in her valley between her tits. Pausing, he heard her heartbeat only inches away, as he pulls her closer. He kissed her ample breast, smiling as he reached her already hard nipple. He took it in his mouth, sucking it wildly. With his soft caresses, he kissed as she awoke. Hearing his words of devotion she pulled him closer, her hands. You have taken care of my girls for me and I will do nothing less." You take a load off my soul, Josie." That's my job, isn't it?" He could almost hear the warm smile. "After all, I love you." I love you too," he said with conviction."When will you see the girl? What's her name, by the way?" Tammy. I don't know when I'll meet her. The caseworker is just now trying to set up a date. I have the feeling she wants to speed things up. She's got to be afraid that I'll bow out when the shock has worn. He found what he was looking for, at least for a few minutes."Good Morning! This is the Early Morning Show and I'm your host..." The sound assaulted his eardrums. It was loud—so much so that the fact of the offensive noise overwhelmed its attempt at communication. He knew that he wouldn't get back to sleep after this. Despite the sound of the man speaking to him, he didn't open his eyes. This was a routine played out time after time in Albert's existence. He had fallen asleep in his easy chair.