Alexander threw me a knowing smile as he worked on my hair.There was a little bit of silence. I petted myself through my panties and felt the heat ris... in gentle waves through my body. The little old ladies clucked like a couple of chickens. The other employee, a woman in her thirties, was entirely focused on the black woman’s hair, and the black woman was texting on her phone. I was certain they hadn’t noticed anything. Yet. The possibility that they could notice had me high-strung and. .., a woman's... Dropping the packages, herhands went to her mouth. Her body felt as though it was caving in onher. As Patricia's knees went weak and her body began its decent to thedeep pile of the rug below her, the music became eerily distant and thelight around her faded. She dropped to the floor, hitting her head onthe edge of a squared planter near the door. Before Patricia's mindsigned out she noted the scent of lilac's filling their bedroom, thescent of her favorite perfume, Garden. You can be anything you want to be, but you’re choosing to be a stupid bitch, instead.”“How about we do it no way then. You aren’t my father, you never will be.”I opened the water bottle and took a few sips. I held it towards her, offering it, she shook her head and said “Ewwww.”I sat the bottle down on her nightstand.It was time.Swiftly, I reached over and grabbed her right wrist and pulled her towards me, hard. Her little 110 pound body slid over the duvet and then slid over my lap. Bailey. She shrilled, “Here is the winner! He’s just sooo cute! He has to win the Blue Ribbon!” The pitch of her voice hurt Daddy Doggie’s ears and for a time he became disoriented.A very large and equally important looking, man came up and hung a blue ribbon with a medallion saying FIRST PRIZE around his neck. All this was a bit too much for Daddy Doggie. He thought it was all very good, winning a Blue Ribbon, but there were too many indignities associated with it. He jumped off the table, staggered.