She had always treated me like a normal person, despite all my—features. I guess she just looked past them at what was underneath. I had graduated h...gh school a couple years ago and was going to the state university on a literary scholarship. But still, she never brought up my looks, or asked why I didn’t want to be adopted. She probably understood why, she just never said if she did. It’s colder now. The paramedics just pulled up in their ambulances, rolling stretchers out the back of them. A. "Oh, I'm sorry." Ryan said, sounding genuinely sympathetic.The truth was that Ginger had dumped him, but there were at least two good reasons why she had to say the opposite. One, to make common cause with Ryan. It was a subtle why of saying, "I know how you feel. I got dumped too." The other was to set him up so that he almost had to compliment her looks."He said I was too ugly." she lamented, knowing that Ryan would feel somewhat obligated to help build up her self-esteem, and sure. But he held his fingers forward by her head. "Wet these please." He said. She took them in and slobbered on them as much as she could muster, knowing where they'd be next. He returned to his sitting position behind her. Slowly he worked one finger into her ass down to the knuckle. He gave her a minute to adjust to it being in there before working it back and forth for a bit. When she seemed comfortable there, he added another finger and repeated the process. And then he did a third. At first he. " Hummphf! Daddy doesn't have a stuck-up bone in his body. He came from a very ordinary background. His father was a furniture-maker in Denmark and he made it the hard way here in Canada. Daddy started in the woods in the logging camps and worked his way up. So, you aren't dealing with royalty!" she exclaimed with a forceful snap of her head."Oh ... sorry ... didn't mean to imply ... I mean ... sorry," I finished lamely.She gave me a cold stare, but couldn't hold it. She began to laugh."You.