I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box."Sit still baby." I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making ...er wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. "There you go. All better now." I see her smile as I know she's thinking 'A Band-Aid wont help with everything.' but she keeps quiet and just smiles. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile."So, daddy got you something." I say with a smile."What is it?!" she. Knowing this, she put on her brightest plastic smile, got on her knees before her father, looked up into his hungry glare with her best puppy dog eyes, and bit her lip lightly, trying not to oversell her performance. She kept her voice down to a mere whisper. "What do you want me to do daddy?" She tried her best to sound nervous and vulnerable. She didn't want him to hear her determination. If he became aware of her courage, he would do what he could to crush it, and she couldn't allow him to. Most bachelors don’t really pay much heed to cleanliness and order and she started maintaining our house well. She also started talking to me about how to do things – how to hang my underwear on the line so that they dry quickly, how to clean the washing machine etc. Within a month, we were on first name terms and started touching each other harmlessly – on the shoulder and wrists. The story twisted when one day she looked at the tissues that I had used to jack off and gave me a quirky look.. . Well, she's here now..." Isabelle whispered back with a smile."She?" I whispered. "Lumpkins is a... !!!" In a shock of recognition, I realized to whom Isabelle was referring. A'moth! Isabelle gave me a quick nod and then gave me another one of our coded hand signs, asking me to keep quiet. I signaled back that I understood.The judge waited until 10:00 before starting the case without the bio dad. The hearing was a mockery of justice, clear and gross violations of the law. Juan Perez's lawyers.