There were quite a few teachers and administrators who were also very worthy of my attention. although athletic i am not a jock nor would i be consid...red a nerd. my interests are art and writing and since grade school i have developed a reputation of having exceptional artistic talents and have received numerous awards for my art work. i've taken almost every art class my high school has to offer so for credit i worked as a student aide for my multi-media art teacher to fill my schedule. . The pay is not too good, but with what Margaret makes doing cleaning, we get by just fine.”Before I could comment or question, there was another knock on the front door. Margaret scurried to the door, and opened it to admit another woman close to our age. After a flurry of greetings, I realized this was Ashley’s mother, Lisa.Lisa instantly qualified as a fading bloom in more ways than one. She had thick makeup on, lipstick that was too red, hair that was too moussed and gelled, and too much. Now, thinking things could not get any worse, they did. My mom's suitcase also was wet leaving just some of my dad's clothes. Making the best of a bad situation, my dad passed out a couple pairs of jockey underwear and t- shirts for Patty and me. We were then told we were to share a bed while my parents retired to the warmth of their own bed. Patty got dressed first and went to bed. After closing the door to cut down on a draft, I soon followed."I'm freezing Sammy." said my sister as I climbed. Obviously he wasn't wearing any underwear. The big bulge was testament to that.Asha sat on his thighs sideways.Her mother retorted, "No, Asha. Sit across his thighs with your back to him so that both of you can watch the TV. Straddle your papa, dear." Her mother adjusted her so that she sat with her legs hanging on either side of his thighs. Her father held her by the waist.Asha was wearing her kurti (long shirt) and pyjami (long pants). Her mother put her hands under her kurti and removed her.