She bent down again and talked tothe man in the driver's seat. A few moments later she threw away hercigarette and got into the stranger's car who ...rove it to a remote spotin the parking lot. BobbieJo watched and waited in the growingdarkness.Some twenty minutes later, the car reversed out and Brandy stepped out.She swung her hips back to the pickup, a cigarette dangling from hermouth. She swing her hips in an exaggerated manner and climbed into thecar. She inhaled slowly, now enjoying the. She had her advantages and her disadvantages being the sole blonde teenage bombshell daughter of Mr. Rick Watson. Her own disadvantages were the possibilities that her own father might not be interested in her like every other boys and men outside the house was, or the risk that this impending act might be so bad that it would blind him from her irresistible seduction.She was a seamless, short girl of about f******n years old, blessed with the deepest blue eyes one could ever ask for – "killer. It did make things harder at home than they needed to be. But I did my wifely duties in and out of bed?or sometimes in the car as he wished, once in the parking lot garage at the airport. Nor did I neglect my darling daughter, who was growing to be a young lady and seeking the independence of a woman, thinking that she was closer to adulthood rather than realizing that she was still closer to being a toddler. But every mother knows the stubbornness of a young daughter, or, a newly teenage. As I was walking to the bathroom my mom was in the kitchen on the phone, I thought to myself, who is she on the phone to at this time? as I approach the kitchen I realise she is on the phone to dad.They were talking for a good fifteen minutes so I got myself a glass of water and then mom put the phone down, I sat down with her and asked if anything had happened, she said "Dad won't be home for a couple of days, there has been a big storm where he is and he can't get back and it looks like the.