‘You are an incredible dancer. If I had background dancers, I’d get you in my band.’ ‘If you had background dancers, then you would be Britney...Spears.’ I said laughing. Avril, however, did not find that funny and she socked me in the head. The room spun for a second before I heard her again. She had gotten off my lap to yell at me. ‘Don’t you ever compare me to that bimbo again.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I said, trying to get the room to stop moving. ‘I’m sorry, I was just teasing.’ She sat back down on. She purred like a kitten when she was enjoying herself, and bit by bit I stopped calling her a bitch because that seemed too canine for such a feline creature and Fuck-slut seemed too crude, and called her "Kitten," because really she was very beautiful, not when she first came because she was wild and largely untamed, but since I got her the wide screen TV and the music system for her spacious soundproofed dungeon she had lost that scrunched up look and she really did look like she belonged on. After he had graduated high school he had to really find some form of money without having to work for it. He had spent his graduation presents on all these self-help and make money now books. He had made enough money on those schemes, he supposed, but he was barely making ends meet now. That thought brought him back to reality. He quickly got dressed and turned on his laptop, another graduation present, and waited while it started up. If only that dream had been real, he mused as he pulled up. " He's still your father," she said quietly. Bailey knew they came from different worlds. In hers, family was the most important thing there was. She was close to her parents and sister, even her cousins. She knew Gabe adored his mother and loved his brother, so the thought that he could turn his back on his father seemed alien to her."He never acted like it." All Gabe could do was frown. There was a crease in his brow Bailey had never seen before and she hoped never to be on the receiving end.