..I'd be a pretty useless father if I didn't support you," dad mumbles,his cheeks starting to redden as he no doubt remembers my early years as'girl A...hley', when he wasn't nearly as supportive as he is now- such aswhen he suggested I take my headteacher's 'compromise' about my uniform,when he threatened to prevent me from seeing my friends ever again, orespecially when he told me that he'd rather have five sons than fourdaughters and one son. The father I have today, though, is much. She used to call me out loud. But either mom or dad used to stop me from reaching her. I could see tears in her eyes a couple of times.A few days later, she was looking better, both physically and mentally. Dad went out for his business after making sure she was alright. I started moving back to the office as well as I can’t be off work forever. I reluctantly went to the office but could not concentrate on any work there.But I managed to be at least half as productive as earlier. Few days. I don't know much about making love. The only other boy I've ever done it with was just after one thing and when he got it that was the last I saw of him." Not very enjoyable?" I asked, not wanting her to know Brad had told me the details."Not at all. I guess that's been a major reason why I haven't been all that thrilled about doing it again. And too, I once overheard my neighbor tell her daughter that women aren't supposed to enjoy it. They just do it for the guy." That's crazy! Women can. Don’t hold off till it is too late to help yourself.“I don’t know who it was. Allen was just acting strange. I thought it was business. I didn’t want to know what it was about. I had no idea it was going to get him killed,” she said.“So if it wasn’t the pot, what was it?” I asked.“I don’t know. The fight was about me not leaving when he asked me to go. He wanted an hour to talk to someone. He was scared of him,” she said.“Why,” I asked.“Allen said he was dangerous. I figured he was someone deep.