" The only thing I'm worried about is Daddy." said Molly.Megan made herself busy getting glasses and silverware out. She tried to be inconspicuous as ...er cousin and aunt talked."Your father..." started Dee. She had been about to tell her teenaged daughter that Tom had suggested some things that might shock her daughter, but decided not to. "I think your father will be able to deal with things." she finished."Then there's not a problem." said Molly, in typical teenage fashion."There could most. Yes. Rage ripples throughout your body. Your fists clench at the news, and your muscles tremble under the sheer effort of not snapping violently. You try to calm yourself by running your hands through your pale hair, but you end up pulling it instead. I grab your hand to stop you, but my soft touch just pushes you over the edge. You grab my wrist, pull me off the wall, and push me towards the hallway to your room. I feel the fear building as I try to get around you, only for you to grab me and. In our early teens we were invited by the Dean, Father James McLean, to become Alter Servers, helping officiate during services. Emma was a pretty girl about five foot six with shoulder length brown hair, freckles and beautiful almond shaped brown eyes. If anything she was a little on the chubby side but I quite liked that because it seemed to emphasise her largish breasts. I’d never considered Emma anything other than a good friend because she was a year or so older than me and seemed rather. I mention all of this to lead into what eventually happened, after I’d been there a bout six months. We played lots of card and board games, but when we had the time our favorite was Monopoly. We’d play for hours at a time, and we were all pretty good at it. The one with the most money whenever we decided to quit varied each time.One day Jon was at work, and Bud had brought out some really good pot for us to smoke. We were getting ready for a big game of Monopoly, and I mentioned I’d had.