I checked my phone one last time.“I bet you dress sexily around your daddy,” @machoc commented.“Oh, yeah, Daddy girls always dress like sluts ar...und their daddies,” @antonmax had replied. Anton was a guy that Lily knew. “Always dress like cockteases and make their daddies so uncomfortable.”I blushed. “Guilty,” I typed. “I was wearing jean shorts and a tank top all day. Poor daddy. I was so cute, and he can't touch me.”I turned my phone off, lay on my pillow, and smiled as I sank down into. The birth was not the easiest, but nothing went markedly wrong. Karen, petite as she was, had to be cut, and the baby finally popped through just as they were beginning to worry about its stress levels."You've got a beautiful boy," said the midwife."Oh, look at his eyes," gushed Karen, when she got to hold him. "They're so distinctive." Hmm, yes," said Neil. "I think they're yours." No, yours." Well, he's just kind of squinting, isn't he? They chuckled."I'm just going to get the paediatrician. Her greying hair was tied back in a severe bow. And, only partly obscured by the frame of her unfashionable glasses, her left cheek was overshadowed by a nauseatingly prominent brown mole. Fuck! Susan was sure she could see three long sprouting strands of black hair. Couldn’t the woman have at least plucked them out before she ventured into a public space? The musicians were clearly in some kind of rapture as they scraped their bows back and forth. Their bodies were so tense and energetic that. As I walked to the cafeteria to wait for the homeroom bell, I was stopped by the assistant principal, Mr. Martin. Seemed he had a few choice words for me.“Badzinski, what are you doing here?”“Well sir. I didn’t want to be late for school.”“You got into a fight, you should be suspended. So again, what are you doing here?”“I defended myself from a student who just a moment earlier was bullying another student. I didn’t receive any notice that I was suspended, so I’m here for class.”“Well, I’m.