"Good morning, tiger!" he said. "There's a pop tart and juice waiting foryou on the kitchen table. I gotta go now, but I'll pick up some chickenand we...can eat together this evening, okay?" Sure thing, Dad," I said. "See you then."So off he went.I am hungry but I do not want to have pop tarts. I am sick and tired ofpop tarts. Mom always made a hot breakfast for us, but not any more, anddad is a lousy cook.I waited a minute, then got up and quietly went into their bedroom.Mom was asleep.She. It was good to just sit with him. I know it’s corny, but my daddy is my hero. There is no where in the world that feels safer than Dad’s tummy pillow. I am so lucky. Also, Peter is a no dick doucheface and I hate him.She chuckles. Peter, that little shit. He grabbed her ass and pulled at her bottoms at the pool. He didn’t get them down, but God what an ass. The worst thing about it was the complete lack of remorse. He just laughed and said he didn’t take off my top because there wasn’t anything. Want to spend the night at the lake again? We can move to the waterfall tomorrow then." I think that would work out best yeah, the trip down the mountain should save us at least an hour, maybe two, compared to going up, but we won't be able to get really far after that and there aren't any good water places between the lake and the waterfall," John said in agreement, while he looked over the map.Having that decided, they started on the long journey down the mountain. During the midday they had. She said I didn't need it. Hell, I don't even speak Spanish!" Lo entiendes?" Magdalena asked."Yes, I understand it," I replied."So you can help with my shoulder?" Bailey asked.I sighed, "Fuck me! I'll do it but don't tell anybody else, okay?" Are you for real?" Susan asked. "A witch doctor is such bullshit." Massage therapy!" Magdelana said, biting each syllable off as she glared at Susan. "White people didn't invent everything. It's been done in Latin countries for centuries." So you're not.