He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pockets. “Mustangs---grab some brooms. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers ...o take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will take their orders, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wanna keep those jerseys--then ur gonna work for them”. There were a few moans and groans, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious. “Reeves—your with me” I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him. We are right?”She rushed into my arms.”Of course, we are. I just needed to be held, I had a very emotional day yesterday with that dead brother telling me about my real father. It made me so mad, hearing that he is some sort of ancient demigod and still found it appropriate to leave my mother and me on Sin 4.”“I never understood or forgiven my father Isegrim for murdering my mother. To this day I am wondering if I made the right decision to let him live. I could not even kill my stepmother when. Even when I turned and caught my daddy staring at me through my open bedroom door from the hallway. Strange to say, I was more shocked at seeing him standing admiring his daughter, than embarrassed, and made no conscious effort to cover my genitalia, letting him instead, see how much his little girl was a woman now. That was my first ever secret with my own father, and over the breakfast table I felt a warmth I had never experienced before, a closeness and bonding that held potential for me, an. By the time Stephanie came out wearing his sweats and robe, he was sitting by the grill with a dram of Lagavulin in a low crystal glass."Got one of those for me?" Sure, I have Lagavulin or Ardbeg." The Ardbeg, please."They sat at the patio table drinking whisky for a while in silence, while the grill smoke scented the air. He tried not to stare at her, but she seemed to pull at his eyes with an irresistible force. Her damp hair was flat, and the bruise around her eye was darker. She had washed.