I said yes I was and she said that she was Sandy and worked in Tom's office; seems a client had just dropped in to fire the company and Tom had to try...to save the account and couldn't make it today. I was disappointed and I think she could see it."Can we play?" she asked. "I was good in college and Tom said that you are pretty good yourself," she said.I looked her up and down. She was tall, about five foot six, a hundred and and twenty pounds of firm muscles with a set of 38's. But what set her. She and the others all sat there, looking at me with fear in their eyes. They did not know how to act towards me, or my actions.As father started to come around, I told Deanna to get a wet towel for him.I told father that I would do as I see fit, and if he didn't like it then he could go fuck himself, and the whore he called Deanna.She said, "Fuck you, you little shit. I won't stand for that from my own kids, and I sure as hell won't from you!" she slapped my face.I turned, and hit her hard in. "She now toweled under his left arm and then oddly turned on the blowdryer. Under each arm she blew for about ten seconds before taking asmall Antiperspirant spray and dosing each pit. After five or tenseconds, she used the dryer for another dozen and then placed it backdown on the vanity."Just fine tuning, and it's over sweetie," said his mother, twisting hiswrist and then he was quite startled by a buzzing sound across hisforearm. "Your arm hair isn't bad and is fairly light, but we came. She asked me if she was beautiful. “Weird question”, I thought, but the answer was easy. “Yes, you're very beautiful”.She smiled and kissed my cheeks. “You're beautiful too, princess. Do you want to look gorgeous when you grow up? Like those actresses you see on television?”, she asked.She didn't have to use those actresses as example. She did looked like one.I nodded firmly. “Yes, I want! Like you too!”.She smiled again... “You know, there are some things a girl must do in order to grow up.