On the other hand, everything at her dad's was new. Mere copies or replacements of things she already owned flooded the cupboard still filled with pac...ed up boxes. Nevertheless, she knew he was trying. This Friday, it was dad time. She waved goodbye to her friend Sally and climbed into her dad's clunky Ford Mondeo. He looked happy to see her, she was just happy there was no more school."I bought you something" he said as soon as her butt was firm in her seat."Really? What is it?" She asked. Her. He looked around for his slippers but all he saw were a pair of large fuzzy pink bunny slippers that looked big enough for his size 12 feet. No way, Tom thought, he would rather go out in his bare feet.He went back in the bedroom and saw that Theresa had put on a Miami Dolphins T-shirt. "Honey, little Jimmie's hungry. I think it's about time for his morning feeding.", Theresa told him. Tom stood there confused. Theresa had breastfed all of their kids, but it was obvious when he had looked. For some reason, nature gave Billy "the touch", and he found out that even in grade school, he was quite the little ladies man for his braid technique, his trims, and his scalp massages. Billy's fetish (if you will) was that he liked the touch and smell of long clean hair, and when he found someone whose hair smelled crappy, he made helpful suggestions, and his sister's testimony enhanced his credibility.By the age of twelve, Billy already had already chosen his future vocation (to his father's. They'd rarely get me anything but that was fine, since I understood they were doing their best. For me and for my brother as well. My dad's younger brother on the other hand, was a very well off man. Had managed to take more or less all property from my Grandpa, he was doing exceptionally well and he wouldnt hesitate to make sure we knew. His sons too were arrogant sons of a bitch who I would have loved to just slap shitless one day. But I couldnt do much about it as recently, my own dad had.