The face I've yearned for. The face of-"Scarlet! I've told you three times now! Wake up or you'll be late for school!"Reality is a cruel mistress.As y...u've probably figured out from my Mother's exclamations, my name is Scarlet, but my friends call me Scar, which is why nobody calls me that. I was born with a special power: The incredible ability of fuck all. I'm a boring girl by all real measures, middle-class, white, 18-years-old, final year of School, where I'm a straight-B student. I'm. After I showered I headed upstairs to the kitchen. The three mooches (Noah, Connor and Hunter) showed up as soon as the frying pan came out of the stove drawer.Mom let me make some extra French toast for the boys when I made my breakfast. The three boys enjoyed my cooking. I enjoyed feeding them and spending time with them. I was going to enjoy being a father someday. Now that Kelly and I broke up, that day seemed more distant than it might have otherwise.I checked the headlines in local paper. Vicky and Marcy were going to do light doctor-approved exercises.Ching Lee, Jenny and Lorrie had agreed to a hard work out with me. They jokingly said my ass was getting wide from too much sitting in the padded chair.We had originally planned to work out for an hour. The Secret Service agents with us wanted to prove how manly they were. We worked out two hours before they decided they had enough. A hot shower and dry clothes and I still felt good - sore but good.We had a nice supper courtesy. "I don't think he'sgetting rid of that tattoo very easily."Julia turned towards Eric, wanting to drive the point home, andwhispered loudly, dramatically into his ear. "That's not coming off,Eric. Not ever."Samantha was tingly at the pronouncement. If only all males weresimilarly marked by their wives the world would be such a better place,she was sure of it. But right now she was only concerned with one male -he was in her way and needed to suffer for it."Julia? I hate to ask," Samantha said,.