But im gonna tell you girl, no boy will compare to a man and Im gonna show you that. He looks down at his daughter and starts to rip her shirt off her... Once he as his hands busy with trying to get the shirt off her she uses this time to try and run. She gets up the stairs he trys to grab for her and gets her skirt pulling it down and then off her as she continued to run up the stairs. She runs into her room shutting the door as quick as she can. He slams into the door making her fall to the. "He did as instructed."Lemon juice."He hunted through the plastic bottles in the chiller rack. "How much?" he asked.She showed him a measure with her fingers. "Okay, now a generous shot of amaretto. Cover and shake. Strain it into a lowball glass." You should be doing this," he grumbled as he shook the metal container."I put my name on the list," Amanda said. "Shirl says I might get a shot at the upstairs bar when it opens."Scott poured the liquid concoction into a glass."Garnish with an orange. "After leaving mom, I went immediately to her house. I was able to find most of my mom's papers before my sister did. I also picked up a few items that were special to me that I did not want my sister to take.The one thing that I was sure to pick up was a picture of my mom when she was about nineteen. It was taken just before she had begun dating my dad. Every time I would see that picture, I would get a little choked up. In the picture, I saw a young girl who expressed so much hope and. She led me to their large bedroom. I sat on the foot of the bed while she was in the bathroom. When she came back into the room she was wearing only her T-shirt. She sat next to me and my heart started thumping anxiously. Looking into each other’s eyes our lips came together. Our tongues swirled and danced. Monica stood up and moved in front of me. She pulled her T-shirt off and allowed me to enjoy the beauty of her body. She had blond hair and very large breasts. Well, Mathew’s wife did look.