Why are you going their anyway, some intramural hockey game or something?" she asked."I have practice for the University team Stephanie. So, I'll see ...ou in programming class tomorrow ok? I asked."Ok Michael, thanks for all of your help" she gushed. She gave me a quick hug and then gave me a big smile."You're welcome Stephanie, just don't let Vicky see you do that or we're both dead" I said.She just laughed and we walked out of the building together. We split up and I hurried to the arena and. “Be careful, I don’t use this on you!” I warned.“Why do you think I brought it down with me?”“And when I’ve finished your hair?”Laura raised an eyebrow at me, turned and walked away. I would bet money on her wiggling her arse. I set up two of the stiff back, kitchen chairs and Laura sat, leaning on the back of one, with her back and therefore, her hair to me. Right up until she had left home, this had been a Sunday night and any other time it happened, ritual. Before starting, I dialled the. I step inside the house and see two girls sitting on the couch. One blonde, one brunette. The brunette was very pretty. Soft features, big blue eyes with full lashes. She was a tiny little girl. They both were little but this girl, who’s name I learned was Sarah was probably only 4’9′ and I’d be amazed if she broke 100 pounds. The blonde, Amber, was also pretty but I could tell from looking at her she was a slut. Tight, low cut shirt, skin tight, ripped up jeans. She was just begging to get. I’ve made my decision. My bungalow stands, not a hundred feet behind me on the right, and I’m walking down the beach, looking for shells. A few feet before me, an object protrudes from the sand. Hoping I’m right in my excitement, I kneel. Gently, I remove the sand from around the partially buried sand dollar. Happily it’s intact, gray from the sea water, I hold it in my hand, gently brushing the wet sand from the surface. This guy will take weeks to dry and turn white. My daughter will scream.