“Mandy, I thought I’d lost you," I said, eventually releasing her.Mandy stared at me and then sat on the sofa. I followed and sat beside her, plac...ng an arm around her shoulders."I was angry and wrote you a note,” Mandy said. “I regretted why I wrote it and wanted to tear it up but I couldn't find it.” I couldn't tell her that I’d found it. "Don't worry, you'll find it," I said. She looked at me as if she needed my forgiveness. I embraced her and let her know that she was my daughter and that. ...... To say that she is a Beauty is an understatement. A mature “eye catcher, head turner”, who has no idea that she is as appealing as others see her to be. She has been girl, woman, wife and mother. Respectable, Normal, Classy and endured everything a woman encounters, being female. She hasn't any thoughts of being better than or above anyone, her smile radiates a welcome and her eyes flash with anticipation and interest. Her dark hair flows long, crowning her beauty, around a youthful,. Some things you just know without being told."Santa you need to put the bag down and get behind the counter with the clerk." one of the young men said.I didn't like the vibe I got from the young man. He was too nervous and seemed to be manic. I had a bad feeling about them. I also had the .38 in a holster under the sweatshirt. Getting to it wouldn't be difficult. I just needed a distraction. It came when someone opened the front door. It was a young woman.When both men looked to the door, I. The combination of sleep and musk and aroused female, graced with the sharp taste of urine, was a surefire road to climax for him. From what she’d told him it worked the same magic on her when she’d been in the mood with one of her friends.It would be again this morning, he was certain.He heard another little murmur from her and decided it might be an invitation. His feelings for her were tender ones. He’d known her since she was barely in school, what seemed like only yesterday but was really.