’ I looked around my place, filled with these tiny adventures: the paperweight from the rare book store, the pen from the antiques dealer, the desk...from a garage sale, the dusty guitar from the pawn shop. My life was filled with tiny objects that I had a feeling about. I had never been transformed into the person in my dreams. Instead, my life was filled with a strange collection of objects that didn’t belong together. Nothing ever seemed to turn out the way I intended. I figured this was. Tiffany had just about got her senses together when they took another battering for she felt her entire body being lifted clean off the bed and she swore she could feel several hands holding her up; her mind kept telling her that this could not be happening because she was alone in her room.Now she was held against the wall two feet clear of the floor and she felt kisses on several parts of her body at once; in all she figured there was three or four mouths kissing her; two kissing her tit. Daddy walked in with a box in his hands. "For You Sugah. this is one of two gifts I'm giving you. I wanted to give you this before tonight's birthday party," he said while looking me over. I smiled and started to open the box. "No not now Sugah. Do it after your party," he said hurriedly. "Ok Daddy," I said and brought the box downstairs into my room and got dressed. I tied a purple bow into my hair and fluffed my hair. As I was getting dressed I couldn't believe that I was now practically an. He's working in the backyard." Carol walked over to the kitchen window and shouted out to the backyard. "Ken, honey? Can you come inside for a minute?"She turned back and grinned at Gwen. "Here he comes - he's really going to be surprised to see you, honey. I think he's missed you more than anyone. You know how fathers are when their little girls go away!"Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the news. She knew she was probably clutching at whatever straws she could get, but after the positive.