I curse silently to myself, turning myself around to see my manager walking towards me. He was only in his late thirties, having been able to build hi... career and being able to catch the president of the company's attention at such a young age. He was an arrogant and cocky guy, who knows that he has authority over us and can fire us with a quick flick of his wrist. "Yes, Mr. Whyte? Can I help you?" I ask, politely even though inside my head I am imagining that I am choking him for interrupting. She then jumped down and gave Jean a kiss just like it. The next day Dad showed up with a rented truck loaded with the furniture and clothes from Sandy's room. He even had the bicycle I had left behind and Sandy's bike. When dad walked into the house Sandy stormed up to him and stomped her foot, "Dad, how long have you known about this?" Mom and I agreed to let you move here about a week ago." You guys are a bunch of meanies too. But, thanks daddy." She then gave dad a kiss on the cheek. We all. " He looked at her as if she were a child, the same way Randy often did. "You just don't get it, do you, Marsha? Dad said I could take a shot at you tonight when we were alone." He most certainly did NOT!" Wanna bet?" What are you talking about?" Okay, look. There's no line at the concession stand so, say five minutes to get the drinks and hot dog. We'll even allow a restroom break. Say another five. Which means that Dad SHOULD be back in ten minutes tops unless what I've said is true and he's. ‘I know…but I’m not ready yet.’ ‘Not ready to love me or not ready to give up the sex?’ he moves one of the hands off my waist then sits me up and he tenderly strokes my cheek. ‘I’ll always love you…I’m just not ready for us right now I still need time to myself.’ ‘Mm…then if you restrict yourself from calling me baby, or holding me then why do you do it when we’re having sex?’ ‘I may not be with you…but I still love you, I don’t want or need anybody else. And that includes sex.’ ‘I want.