Her perfume enveloped me as my fingers undid the buttons and enveloped her breasts in my hands. The thin nylon cups couldn’t disguise her excitement...but I pulled them up to feel her firm nipples and the soft flesh. One hand slid onto her tummy. It was firm and fluttered as I moved it slowly down across her navel to the waistband of her leggings and then under, my nails dragging gently on her skin feeling the silkiness of her panties on the back of my hand and the damp heat enveloping my fingers. Is there anything I can do to help?’ Sorrel felt the blood pounding in her head, she was afraid she was going to faint, ‘Let’s go downstairs. I think I hear your father.’ Marion kept looking at her, but didn’t say anything. Sorrel felt like her entire inner self was being examined, exposed, studied. Marion answered, ‘Sure let’s go downstairs.’ Sure enough when they got downstairs they found Fletcher, wearing his customary Tee-shirt and jeans, standing guard at the coffee pot. Marion skipped. ‘Yes sir.’ He nodded politely then looked back at the papers before him. ‘Let’s see. An ‘A’ student, never got into trouble, head of the cheerleading team…Seems like you were the epitome of a good student.’ Mr. Taylor said looking at me again. His eyes were kind but shrewd. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just nodded again. Mr. Taylor picked up a piece of paper out of the file and handed it to me. ‘This is your schedule.’ I looked down at the schedule in my hand. ‘1st period: English 2nd. In the middle of the moving his daughter returns home looking shocked and ask what is going on. He is thankful his daughter and his minds are so much alike and proceeds to tell her what has happened and what is happening in the family. Then asks her to sit with her mother and hold her so she’s feels some love right now and doesn’t drop into a complete despair while he is getting rid of the worthless trash. She laughs and says O.K. to her father then heads to her mother and just holds her.