She unlocks the door and I go in with her until she has the lights on and feels safe."Brandon," she says, pulling me against her. "I know what you sai... about not getting hurt and I'm not expecting anything to change between us..." She kisses me long and hard. "But just so you know, if you just want to get laid you know where to find me." I may come looking, Kristina," I answer, honestly. "But you should be looking for guys closer to your own age." I kiss her again like a lover's reluctant. The 10th graders specially, the footballers, she always felt her nipples getting hard when she passed the boys locker room because a certain smell flared her nostrils & gave her body a surge of current she loved. She always slowed her pace down & made sure she took a breath full of that gorgeous musky smell whenever she passed the locker room. There were times when she would pass the locker room area a few times before getting into the class. She was the only 10th grader with whom Smita, a. He said he was really tempted to give her what she was asking for but was afraid of the repercussions of such an act.I looked at Myia with a questioning look. She nodded her head slightly.I cleared my throat and said, “Kip, Myia is my daughter. About ten years ago we consummated our father-daughter relationship. At the time I had a touch of paranoia about anybody finding out, but as time passed I become very relaxed about it. Only a very few close friends know we are father and. I love to do a 15/1 match with someone and will go for a bigger buck because it truly takes some good skills. No one here wants to play a game of one pocket because it takes too long. It isn't that long to me, because you're trying so hard that the time races by.I missed playing some killer snooker matches. A Saturday afternoon, with a race to two hundred points, playing snooker was always worth a twenty to me.Everything here was for fast, immediate gratification, and get angry if you lose..