Sometimes Craig Miller was discovered loitering about outside before venturing in to soak up the energy from countless novels. The librarians used to ...omment quietly on his attire, thinking he was some grungy bedhead who could not decide what he wanted to do with his life. When he had one.He would pass them by, smiling ominously, for if they knew what he really wanted, they would understand his tendency to hang about. Chills ran down their spines at the sight of his intense gaze, but they never. He had ummed and ahhed over what car to take. Ferrari Challenge Stradale? No, too ostentatious. Bentley Continental Convertible? No, too pretentious. He wanted to make a good impression but didn't want Chloe to know how wealthy he was, not yet anyway. The Golf would do, sensible enough to not stand out but special enough to hopefully interest her.Matts little yellow Honda N-One was already there, Chloe in front of it stretching in preparation of their walk. She looked amazing, again long blonde. He knew where she kept it. Never had he looked at it. It was private... sacred. Two things stood out and stopped him. One was in all caps OHHHH! DADDDY! The other was a drawing of a penis. For the next 45 minutes, he read about her seeing him in the shower. He read numerous fantasies about she wanted to be fucked by him. Words like cock and cum were used countless times. There were scenarios of her sucking his balls and jerking him off. All over the house, no place was sacred, in her journal. She even had a pillow, and two blankets.She was curious about the other door in the room, and opened it to find a small toilet with a hand basin. This was a far cry from crossing the quadrangle to the privy in all weathers at the Convent. She wondered why she had such splendid accommodations, since she was there as a punishment. Returning to the other room, she was just going to say her nightly prayers before lying down for the night when there was a tap on the door. Sister Lucia opened it and.