Youth today resents regimentation in any form.Now, my features are dominated by my Italian descent, with black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes, wherea... my sister has light skin and green eyes. The hair is bleach blond - it started out as light brown.I took after my mother and my sister took after dad, appearance-wise.But my name seemed to come from a Frank Zappa drug induced nightmare! I was called Milhous and my sister was called Annabelle. We quickly learned to substitute Chip and Annie.When. “Dad would expect nothing less of you. Rachel deserves nothing less of you.” Tara knows Rachel and I have kissed. I guess she’s okay with that. Lately, though, I get feelings. I know what’s happening. I need a dad to talk with.Tara’s dated several guys, but none of them came close to what she needs, and I watch – they’re pretty good guys. One of them worked with Mister Wally as an ag pilot. One is a technician with 3Sigma.All of them seemed to be nice people. None of them meet my sister’s. When we got inside the restaurant she asked if she could go and 'powder her nose' and I ignored her and told her as you sit down lift your dress up at the back and sit bare arsed and as we sat down the waiter was just standing there with his mouth open, looking right down her dress and I knew that he could almost see her huge nipples and I just coughed and asked him if he could take our order now.When the waiter left with our order Carolyn began to ask me again if she could...and I stopped her. ‘They died in a car crash six years ago.’ Her smile vanished at the same time as her forehead crinkled and she leaned over the table and grasped my hand. The gesture was so tender and unexpected that I felt tears in my eyes and quickly blinked them away. ‘I have a mom, but she’s in prison. I’ve never lived with her because as soon as she gets out of prison she gets high and does something stupid and gets arrested again. She loves me. I know she loves me, but she just can’t get her shit.