Out of the blue he asked "So George, are you into Football?" looking over my moderate build with a condescending expression."Indeed I am, but not your...kind," I replied. "I was a starter for the last 4 years in Soccer. The code you play here confuses me." Soccer?" he sneered. "That's not Football!" To each his own," I replied cheerfully. "Your Football requires brawn. Soccer requires brains. You sure seem suited for Football!" I added innocently."I do - I am quarterback on the school team" he. .Somehow I kept making excuses to pick my daughter up. I talked to her, losing myself in her eyes, trying hard not to stare and her chest. She was fun-loving, loved to talk to me about her adventures abroad and how she liked to challenge herself. I think even then she knew. The flyer came round for sport's day and I immediately volunteered, knowing at least I could spend some more time with her, even if it would amount to nothing. Seeing her in shorts and a tight t-shirt made it hard. Literally. She knew that it was soon going to be her turn to take her place in the family's plan for producing offspring. Her two older sisters had already taken their place in the ongoing family tradition of producing offspring, and their were now 3 babies under the age of 4 years running around the house and her oldest sister, Pamela, was now in her 6th month of pregnancy with her second baby. Linda knew that at 16 years of age, she was more than ready to conceive and produce a pretty bouncing baby as. The 14-year-old girl only barely managed to sound normal when she spoke with Elissa. With her other supposed friends, she came across as a total weirdo, and she knew it. But she didn't care. Who the fuck were they, anyway?When she got home right after school she totally expected her dad to fuck her when she saw his truck in the driveway. She didn't know how to feel about this, but she'd gone inside her house anyway.It was almost with disappointment that she got to her room without interruption..