"My b ... b ... boyfriend. He doesn't want to go out with me anymore. Some crap about us being too young. He just doesn't want to go out anymore becau...e I don't want to be the school slut anymore. I'm only good enough for sex, not for love!" she sobbed.Amy and I did our best to console her. We assured her that she was a very sweet, wonderful, pretty young girl that anyone would be lucky to have. I told her that if he dumped her, it was his loss. Neither Amy nor I felt we were getting anywhere. I am on the road maybe 1 week a month, with mostly overnight trips. The work is interesting, and at times demanding.Stacy was employed by a local headhunter group. Her title was personal assistant and she works with one of the partners named Jerry McGee. Jerry is older and happily married to a wonderful lady.I met Stacy at a job fair about nine months after I got out of the Army. I had gone to college on an ROTC scholarship and served a lot of my 5-year commitment in Arlington Virginia at a. When the conversation went beyond ten minutes, I once again offered to leave, saying that I needed to see Dr. Kildare anyway. She frowned and quickly ended the call."What is it, Dad?" she asked."It's nothing, honey. I just wanted him to look at something for me."She sighed once, put on her glasses business-like, and strode over to me. She stood close and I could smell her perfume. "Dad, I may be your daughter, but I am a highly trained physician. If you have a problem with anything you can tell. It was too late to do anything about it, though: Bee was running towardthe north end of town, where the Tims were staying. "I wanna get mything-hitter back first!" she hollered as Annabelle trailed behind her.The ABCs: Annabelle, Beatrix, and Charlotte. Alan had some idea of howhis daughters worked. Annabelle was inquisitive. Beatrix was nuts.Charlotte was......Well, he had some idea.Had Alan remained the leader of Parkside, he would have named Annabelleas his successor (but only when she.