“Deena. I am jealous.”“Why?”“She is pretty, and many men will chase after her.”“Yes. And she has told many men ‘no’. And blonde hair... Look at me. Who do I look like?”“You look like me.”“Am I loved?”“Dave loves you. Brindy loves you.”“I did not need blonde hair. Mila, what is in here...” She put a finger on my heart and on my head, “these are the things that made Dave and Brindy love me. I was a scared girl, but I saw goodness and kindness in Dave and made my mind and heart up that we belong. You know, at your age... " She stared out the window a moment."Try to not ... get me called down to school anymore, O.K?" She tousled my hair and pulled me close and I knew the lecture was over. She wasn't sure I had done it and wasn't sure what to do with me if I had."So when you have curiosities ... ask me? O.K? I'm a girl, you know! And I will answer anything for you; you know that! Right?"Then she giggled. "Have you been looking up my skirt? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she screamed!. Debbie Dawson's mind was apparently one of the intoxicated ones. The young lady had come to her stepfather's side and drunkenly whispered, "Daddy Rock, please make everybody go home and take me to bed..."The girl gulped, belched, and then giggled. She laughed in her stepfather's face and clarified her statement, "I ... I mean, 'put' me to bed. Not 'take' me to bed. Although Daddy Rock, you can take me to your bed if you want to. Am I drunk? How many of my friends have you fucked, Daddy? Hey. It gave me the idea that we should leave no room, no piece of furniture unsullied before we left after graduation. I went to bed but Jeff said he had more to do and was going to stay up a little longer. I woke at 1:28. Jeff was not beside me. I hoped he was trying to get off to a good start and this didn’t reflect the amount of work he would have on a regular basis. After two weeks of essentially the same scenario I insisted we talk about it with the traditional, fearful four words that.