It is hard to tell what Moira thinks of the comment. She had a big shit-eating grin on her face since before we got here. I’m inclined to believe it...is the same ridiculous smile she had on her face Sunday night.Something is up with the girls, but they are giving no hint as to what it may be. Dahlia and Carol try to mould into my body as we walk to the school entrance. I manage to fend them off and just hold their hands. Kim holds Dahlia’s other hand, and Moira has Carol’s. All the girls have. She told dada to close the door or else we might see them. I quickly ran away from there.I knew I would get to see them have sex that day.When my dad shut the door I ran back towards the door and peeped through the key hole.My dad had pinned rita against the wall and was kissing her on her lips.He was biting her lips and ate off all her lipstick.He carried rita in his arms and made he lie on the bed.He removed his shorts and was only in his undies.He removed rita’s clothes too and made her. My figure was curvy, I was never a slimline gazelle, and finally stabilised at 44GG­30­38. Sound sexy? Yeah, but not from where I was standing. Look, I was fully grown, 5’8′ thanks to my Swahili heritage, but even on my tall frame, my tits looked like a dead heat in a Zeppelin race! Back ache, ill fitting bras, never able to find trendy clothes to wear without spilling out all over the place… And the comments from dirty old men. Honestly! It didn’t take long for that shit to get old. I also. PLEASE continue to dump that stuff on Dad. All I want is when I give any of your guys an order, they jump to their feet and run to do it, no matter how strange they might think it is. They don't think about needing permission from anyone else, not even from you. I'm sounding dramatic, but there's some VERY weird shit in my life, and in an emergency it might be impossible for me to explain it in time. For example the angel might have told me something that no one could possibly know, or maybe it.