My already incredibly short school skirt had a mind of its own. As we walked up to the first set of traffic lights I felt the wind pick up and the nex... thing I knew, my skirt was flying up and I had my panties exposed. I immediately grabbed my skirt and pulled it down. I was a mess on the inside. My heart was thumping in my chest. I was embarrassed but I could also feel my pussy getting wet. I didn't know who saw my brief exposure but the thought that some lucky guy had seen my ass had my. He was merely a whore now. “Emily,” he whispered closing his eyes so she wouldn’t see his tears of pain. Served him right with the way he’d danced before all those people. He’d only wanted to entice her with his body. Well, he’d enticed her well enough. Her lips ate at his and he responded. Well, then he’d be her whore. He’d paint his face and stay unclothed in her home until she required him to service her. No wonder she’d looked so taken aback when he’d stupidly told her he loved her. What a. I knew that my dad lost his focus when around beautiful women, including me. His gaze softened. "You're not going to get into college if you keep doing this crap Jen," he said kindly. "I'm not going," I said. He huffed and walked off. Later he came back into the living room to get something when he found me watching a movie drinking his whisky. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed. "Daddy I'm sorry, I didn't think you would mind." "You're under age! Of course I mind!" He. She was checking on her bank account to check her savings in order to clarify her goth girl of the financial problem."We have more than enough" She replied as the goth girl looked at her with a raised eyebrow, doubting about her claim of fixing up the financial problem. Sure, they do save the money bit by bit when they heard of the proposal by Heather. Heather can be a bit bitchy and demanding when it comes to things she wants, usually for herself to enjoy but when there are times when she can.