What're you doing here?" she asked. Then she answered itherself: likely, the same I'm doing here."Actually I'm half American. My mother is from Los An...eles but has beenliving in Rome since she was twelve years old. I was tired of beinglooked upon as a freak, so I came here. You don't know how little peopletake you seriously just because you're as tall as a doll."Arianna returned to the upper bed and picked up what looked like afairy-sized textbook."Anyway, settle down. I'm going to study on the. Suddenly, she bit my cheek, and said, "Don't call me that, you know I hate that," and proceeded to put on a pouting face. I whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry princess, how can I make it up to you?" I nibble on her lobe, then kiss her cheek, down her neck and swirl my tongue around. She giggles and moans, "Mmm... just make this day better." I look around the beach, no one was around at all. Thoughts fill my head. Is she just using me? Or will I be the one using her. Either way, I'm taking advantage. Now, having seen firsthand the results ofher attitude on both versions of Katie, I couldn't help but wonder ifmaybe she only counted her father as being worthy of her time.As I stared at the frowning girl before me, I began to suspect that itwasn't just herself she blamed for her mother's death. Perhaps she feltKatie was, on some level, also at fault.I uncurled my fist and took a deep breath."First of all, Katie-Kat, you are not a hippo. Nowhere close. You're avery pretty girl, and no matter. That fucking cunt is no mother to me!’ I was expecting a slap, asking for it, begging for it. Planning for it really. I figured the officer could not release me into my father’s custody if there was evidence of parental abuse, no matter how much the cop might think I deserved it. When my father looked at the officer and the cop simply smiled and looked away, I knew I was in trouble. Gasping for breath that would not come, I dropped to my knees from the gut punch. ‘Glenda loves you, Tom. She.