A way of pretending that she was someone she was not was by wearing those granny panties. How dare she fuck around with the neighborhood boys… how d...re she soil your good name.You stare at the television while your hand is submerged deeply into the Cheetos bowl. You fish around and grab some, then shove them into your mouth quickly. The television shows no comfort and all you can hear was the constant bickering of the couple in the next house, they are taking about your daughter… you know it…. "And it's close to the Swamp Dog headquarters?" she asked."Yes, but that isn't the reason," I said."Of course not," she said."Well we are through here now. In the morning I will meet with Colonel Martin and we will work out the details then I'm going home. We will have to decide about furniture and where to put you." I said."Talk to the Colonel first," Osborn suggested."It's late, you should go to bed. I have been sleeping all day, I'm not tired," I suggested without being asked.After they all. It turns out the neighbor had phoned my mom whilst she was on her date. They thought Stacey and I were about to bring the house down. They didn’t know Brad was there or they would have phoned the police. Mom was true to her word and the next day takes us both to the doctors to get my eye looked at. Thankfully there is no permanent damage, just bad swelling. The doctor says the swelling will take a few days to go down but the bruising will last a couple of weeks. He is obliged to ask how I got. Sara, totally dismayed, turned her head and covered her eyes, she feared his underthings would be next. How dare he take such liberties right in front of her! Her own father would never have done anything like this, the most she had ever seen of him was his bare chest when he was out in the fields. ‘Don’t worry, miss, your father hasn’t paid for that,’ he mused and grinned at her. ‘My job is to see you safe at Northbridge and nothing more. Later we will go over the rules and expectations. Now.