Testily, as if I were authorized to demand an explanation from him, I swaggered towards him indignantly. My father may not have known what was about t... come out of my mouth; but apparently he did not appreciate the manner in which I was approaching him. He gave me an old familiar stare, that one that says, “I am still the daddy, watch it little bitch”. Daddy has always been old school, he whipped ass. I instantly adjusted my strides and my attitude, and only then did I dare speak a word. In. Her cold stare told me to avert my eyes when she punched the entry code into the keypad.As I told Wanda, "She kept me busy all day, learning to tell the difference in various stones, how to detect defects, and how to grade quality. I don't know what it had to do with my becoming familiar with their space needs. I think she was trying to show me how she earned all those accolades on her office wall. All I know is that she kept me busy all day and I absorbed very little of what she said. Every so. "Damn Brit thanks," I said."Nothing special we needed something light in the ass for you little farts. Tomas's daughter started making Mexican meatballs, so I figured what the hell." Then he did something totally out of character he leaned over the bar and kissed me. "Come back at nine for the party," he said then went to clean the glasses.Tomas's daughter came out front. "Hey would you fix me a porter burger or is it too early?" For you anything," The teenager said."Why aren't you in school?". Even then, after I'd already had her for months, her thighs looked too good to be true. Brie didn't hear me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and she gasped and the paintbrush jerked off the canvas. "Oh God, Dennis," she said, laughing. "You scared me." I kissed her on the cheek. I looked at the painting. It was a lot of swirled shapes in vibrant colors; chiefly red, blue and green. Primary colors. “What’s your painting about?” I asked. Later that day, we fucked in her room. It was.