He was irresponsible, and didn't care much for us kids anyhow.My father left when I was seventeen, he was a heavy smoker, alcoholic, and domestic abus...r. It would pain me to see the welts upon my mother's face and body after he had stormed out of the trailer to visit the local bar to get further drunk. Also, he was eyeing me because I was still female bodied, and thought he could try to get away with sexually molesting me or worse. My older brother, Joshua, was luckily there to protect me from. She had the beauty to add light to any room. She smelled like a rose freshly picked that day. As she leaves her aroma everywhere she goes. Her clothes enclosed a body that would turn any head. Her white skin was always perfectly toned by the sun (any time of the year). Her blue eyes had to ability to melt the uncaring heart. Her black hair surrounds her smooth skin. Her tits were perfect shaped to the teenager. They were not to big but just right for the plucking. She was indeed one gorgeous. Itne me mom ne unko dhakka maar kar hataya aur uth gye. Mai darr k maare dusre kamre me ja k chhup gya. Unki halki halki conversation sunai pad rahi thi:Mom “Aap to aaj bhi pehle k jaisa pelte ho. Hum aapke patni thoda hain ki sab maal andar gira dijiyega?”Sanjay “Arre pagli ye to mera pyaar hai. Itna din baad mili ho na, isliye tumko chhodne ka mann nai karta. Pati kab tak aa jayenge?”Mom “Arre unka koi thikana nahi. Fir bht shayad 5 din baad aa jayen. Aapko kya tension? Peliye humko saara din. I need this line free."End button. Check to be sure Barbie went away. Dial tone. Good. End button.I waited. I waited and discovered another of life's dirty tricks. Time slows way down when you're waiting for your lover to call. Time slowed down, but my thought processes speeded up. Barbie called saying she'd done something stupid last night. Dad called saying I needed to know something. Were the two calls related? I recalled the fantasy I'd used to get myself off last night - Dad fucking Barbie.