I finished college this year, now I'm bumming around Europe with my best friend, before settling down.”“Where is your friend? Did he dump you this...evening?”“No, my best friend is a girl. She felt somewhat queasy and didn't want to dance or drink tonight. She is back at our hotel.”Well, that was nice to know, not a guy friend. Her gal pal wasn't feeling good. That was probably good for me, now I had Ronda all to myself.We danced a few more dances and I could tell, at the end, she was getting. Why in the hell did she look familiar?Again I started to move off when I looked harder, trying to bring up the enhancements of my eyes. I had to shake my head, what in the hell was going on? That female had a familiarity about her that reminded me of Christine.I had to shake my head again, that was impossible! I had seen the investigation records myself. Christine had been killed in action thanks to my callous, unfeeling ass of a father.Still stunned, I crouched down watching the blonde rapidly. Nancy stood just inside the double doorway front door watching the two men working for her parents carry in her luggage from the limo. The driver was an old fart with an aloof attitude that kept his lip locked the entire trip. The two guys carrying her stuff were decent enough to consider for a quickie from her point of view but then again she hadn’t been laid for almost a whole week and she was reaching a point of desperation down below. Her mom and the mysterious new daddy were nowhere to be. If he was going to appear to have breasts like a woman, thenhe knew having facial hair would not look right. The first thing to dowould be shave off his small and thin moustache as well as the three-daystubble. Next, he approached the matter of his chest hair. Aftershaving the area around his nipples, he decided that it looked wrong tohave hair on his torso, so it was the next to go. He went even further,he knew that there would be no way he could fit into his t-shirt and ifthey gave him a.