In my next letter from Marilyn, she did indeed confirm that my dad had called her and gotten my location. I wrote back and told her what was going on....I felt bad for my father, but he had really gotten himself into this mess, and I had no idea how he was going to dig himself out. He had been letting Mom go on for years about how poor Hamilton wasn’t understood and how it was all my fault and the school’s fault and everybody else’s fault. Anybody but his fault. Okay, I’ll grant that being a. As I was watching TV he asked me if I had anything weird happen to me this morning I told him no and ask him does he askHe said” well I had a dream that you were a vampire and you drank my blood”So I told him “ you must have been dreaming, cuz I ain’t no vampire”He said” but I have a craving for blood “So I told him to relax and shrug it offAs the day continued I started to fell funny as the sun came to the west side of my house, there was a beam of light coming through the window as I moved to. Absently, you slipped your growing problem out of your pants as you take in her form through the many cameras capturing her from every angle, and slowly began to pleasure yourself in anticipation of the night of fun to truly start.Velma was wearing that heavy orange wool turtleneck sweater she never left home without and a short red skirt that showed just the right amount of leg, cute knee high matching orange wool socks and red small heel slip shoes. You had to admit, it was very hard choice. I tried not to make it obvious, but I had to see some more. In an overly theatrical display I dropped my pencil again. And huffing unconvincingly under the table I went.On this day, her skirt was ridden up her thighs a little, and her black tights were much more sheer. Her panties, lacey and small, barely covered the triangle of her sex. Through the nylon and lace I was almost sure I could see the auburn curls of her pubic hair, some even peeping over the top. As I moved, I banged my head on.