He was my best friend’s dad. I saw his eyes move up to my t shirt. I thought it would be best for me to go to my room. I told him goodnight and he s...id sweet dreams.It was only 11 pm. I usually got to bed late. I was browsing and later decided to try sleeping. It must have been 45 mins after I came to room, I heard the room’s lock being opened.I usually lock the door. It is the knob which had a keyhole in the front, but just needs a turn to the right to lock from inside. I was hoping it would. Then maybe we should plan on something next week?I thought you had a date tonight - you looked pretty snazzy.Snazzy? How old are you, Grandma? LOLWhatever…I wanted to make a good impression. How’d I do?Good grief… I could feel the hairs on my arms starting to stand on end. I smiled to myself, giggled a bit. No one ever really flirted with me - this was flirting right? Mr. Beckett, you can charm anyone, I’m not much of a conquest.I don’t know Gen, you still haven’t said yes.Yes to what?A. ---“Harperrrrrr!” Desiree Medina, Damien’s slimmer twin sister, yells out, as she clumsily and drunkenly sways through the shrubs. “Why did you have to live so far away from town!”She stops and tosses her long, thinly braided hair over her shoulder and darts her own pair of blue eyes over to Harper. A tiny septum piercing gives her a more confident look. “How dare you force a lady to walk!” Desiree pouts. Desiree has great muscle tone, but kept the fat where it counts, with a knockout pair of. . turned out that she had been aborting my brats at the rate of one every three years or so. She left me after getting knocked up by her boss ... turned out that she went out of her way to make sure that she conceived by another man instead of me. Wanna know what she said to me as she left?”“What?” I asked him out of morbid curiosity.“Her last words to me were, ‘My only regret is that I didn’t make you get a vasectomy, so that I could prevent you from ever reproducing at all. A dirty old man.