The skirt was surprisingly long for a seduction outfit, but I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Her white button up shirt was open to jus... at her bra line.What happened next really got my attention.Rochelle looked up at me, her eyes soft.“Daddy, we need to talk. I’ve been very naughty.” She said slowly, almost frightened.Bang. Like a punch to the chest. The whole ‘Daddy’ thing has never been my jam and was certainly not what I had EVER expected from Rochelle. I took a moment to. I heard though my methods of some kids plans to beat her because she got the part in the school play that they wanted their friend to get. I told Mr. Bacon, who promptly set up protection for her on school grounds. So they went and attacked her at home. Beat Debbie into a coma they did. Then they managed to disappear. Three months on life support she spent just to spend the rest of her life in assisted living because I made that mistake before. Never again. Never fucking again. I admit I cut it. The story comes first. My apologies.After Valentine left, I was in complete shock. I became...something that wasn't me, to be honest. I was emotionally drained, I was reckless, careless, I stopped showering daily, I stopped going to school, I stopped just about everything. I began robbing liquor stores to support myself instead of being a productive member of society, and to say the least it wasn't pretty. I was a wreck, through and through, and to this day the only comparison I can draw up is. She was a stunner and I couldn't help but admire. At which point she caught my eye and I knew I'd been busted! I gave her my best 'you caught me red handed' look and smiled in apology. Thankfully she seemed to not care, smiled back and turned to her friend to talk. I went back to contemplating my evening, now drenched in visions of her playing a major part in it. Having forgotten to when I left the office, I took my phone out my pocket and turned it on. The train was heaving and as we pulled in.