I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, which ended up being my friends, sisters and Tessa.“Good morning,” I said as they all passed.Some of t...em returned the greeting, though others, like Mason, just grunted in reply and continued walking over to the buffet line. I went back to what I was doing, only looking up again when people ended up sitting around me. It would be a tight fit, so I ended up having to pull Vixa closer to me so everyone would be able to sit down.Once we were all finished. There was a link to his company's web page, but it no longer existed. The date on the reference was mid-2006. Chris made a note of this. Maybe this was her dad? An idle thought struck him. Esfahani-Baracat. Did that mean that her father's name was just Esfahani? He did a new search on Hassan Esfahani, and got a series of hits on what was obviously the same man, including a low resolution photo of a middle-eastern man with a huge moustache. Any links he found pointed back to that same defunct. This was my summer to party. I was headed to college in the fall.I decided to do the unthinkable. I had to ask my dad for money. I had sworn I never would. He was a womanizer, and had ditched my mom as soon as something better came up. He had money though. I needed it for the repair. I decided to swallow my pride and go.He answered the door, and I was surprised. He looked really good for his age. He had salt and pepper hair, and was in really good shape. He smiled at me, and said, "Come in."I. There was the usual assortment of letters, magazines, and junk plus several large boxes on hold for me. I had given Rachel a few catalogs from sex toy sites and carte blanche to order using my credit card. I had to make two trips to get everything into my car. I placed the boxes in the living room, knowing that she would find them when she stopped in after school. Rachel came by every afternoon for instruction in sex. She told me it was her favorite class. So far we had learned to shave each.