"And this is my pride and joy Brittney." Stuart said proudly introducing his daughter. "Isn't she beautiful?" Daaad, stop." She protested turning away...a little. She was hidden under an oversized T-shirt that reached all the way down to her knees. Her long light brown hair was protected by a large floppy hat and her face blocked by giant oval white sunglasses that made her look a little like some alien bug. The only hint that she was her father's daughter was her slightly prominent nose and very. All of them had been due to bullying. It had been me sticking up for myself, against the bullies, which had led to the suspensions.She took the suspension slip I had been given. Once she had read it, I was sent to my room until Dad got home. Then I could explain what had happened to both of them at the same time, rather than going over it twice.They took my explanation well, their anger switching from me to the school authorities.I decided that there might be some fun and games tried by the. So I ran up stairs got two bottles of Zinfandel, a change of clothes and sweatpants and a tee shirt. Fifth teen minutes later I was ringing Chandra’s doorbell. Chandra open the door only wearing a silk robe. Damn and the robe was wide open revealing everything as she had nothing on under the robe. What a pretty sight seeing that nice bush of hers between her legs and those nice hanging tits. So when I got in Chandra’s apartment she took both bottles of Zinfandel from me. I then sat on the couch. Three persons only could understand this language of the poor paralytic; these were Villefort, Valentine, and the old servant of whom we have already spoken. But as Villefort saw his father but seldom, and then only when absolutely obliged, and as he never took any pains to please or gratify him when he was there, all the old man's happiness was centred in his granddaughter. Valentine, by means of her love, her patience, and her devotion, had learned to read in Noirtier's look all the varied.