He resumed hitting me. this time it hurt more. but I still remained silent. after a few minets of him doing this, he took a pair of sissors and cut my...panties off. as he did this I protested. I attempted to get up, but he held me down.'daddy please!' I managed to say.'shut up you little slut!' he started smacking me again. this time I whimpered and squeeked. he started to laugh. the more I squeeked the harder he hit me. 'Mia, have you learned your lesson?' he asked'yes daddy' I said through . It’s far worse once you’ve had a good friend and you get dragged away from that. I found that out later on.” “Yeah I guess so. Just seems like an incredibly lonely childhood.” “Anyway I got into the habit of sitting on the swings during recess and lunch time because it was as good a way as any to pass time. I noticed a boy sitting over next to a wooden fence just sitting there watching me as I swang back and forth and I immediately recognized a fellow loner. He was staring at me and I felt. .. pass ... pass ... I am about hitting where they don't expect it. Our team was a running team last year. I want the Irish to see us line up to run. I want them to key on run. I want them to see Chris [Considine, our starting QB, ] hand the ball off to Sam [Williams, our starting tailback, ] and let Sam blast into the line. When they buy the run, we kill them with a deep pass they aren't ready for." That's the philosophy that sold me on using the play to open the game," Coach Golden. She switched the annoying sound off and walked quickly to the bathroom to get ready to leave.The hot shower was reviving to her body and mind. She finished packing the last few items in her makeup bag and she had just brushed her teeth when David came lumbering into the bathroom."Good morning, Sweetheart," he said before kissing the top of her strawberry-blonde head."Good morning, David," she replied. His dark hair was messy and his face had a day growth of stubble etching it. She had no idea.