We were still in shock that so much time had passed and no dad that sucked. We had a neighbor about a quarter of a mile away but they moved on years a...o and it was just a vacant rundown home it was almost 5 miles away to our neighbours down the road and they had five girls. The Milson girls were all a year and up older than I. There was no more school everybody pretty much spent full time fighting to survive. The good part where we lived was off the beaten path and not in a good grow area so. He wasn’t paying close attention. He was discreetly watching Carolyn; she looked beautiful, she had on a dark blue dress, like something someone would wear if they were going on a date. He wondered if she had a date. Had she decided to pass him by? He felt a chill just thinking about it.They were all talking. Carolyn usually kept quiet, at least at faculty meetings she did. She said something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but one of the men, a Mr. Johnson, a man for whom he had little respect. ” “Home movies sweetie, just like the olddays.” “Dad, those weren’t porn movies. Please Dad, don’t do this. What are you going to dowith those movies.”“Maybe have a home movie night when the family comes over.” Kelsey tried to get up but with a firm hand I pushed her down. I pointed the camera down at her cute little bitch mouth. “Start sucking baby doll.” “Dad, don’t call me that. I can’t.”I raised my hand but before I could give her a good crack across her smart asslittle face she had. Aunt Seema deftly sidestepped me and pointed at the table. Reluctantly I sat and picked an orange from the bowl and peeled it. In a minute she placed a plate with scrambled eggs in front of me and kissed the top of my head. How do you take your coffee Amit? Black with sugar, just a little though and I don’t like my coffee as sweet as you. She groaned and swatted me for my pun before placing my coffee on the table. Aunt Seema plucked a peach from the bowl and began to nibble daintily on it.