She smiled curiously while her counterpart tried to draw my attention. The other saleslady uncrossed her long legs, exposing her lace red panties bri...fly. My eyes didn't stray from the first girl for long as my memories deepened.Finally, the insured finished, and we said our goodbyes. Even with my attraction to the one girl, my annoyance came to the forefront. As the second girl started her schpiel, I stopped her with, "Lady, I don't care what you're selling. I'm far too busy to talk to. I often wondered if there might be a chance that we could ever get back together. That thought was probably one of the few things to help me through it all.One day I received a knock at the back door. I figured it was the police coming to get me for not paying child support, but it was my dad."Barry, may I come in? I have something to talk to you about."As I have mentioned, dad is a straight shooter. He doesn't mince much with words but has always told me the truth."Dad, I really screwed up and. "Hey, will you French braid my hair?" Sure, come here, and sit."She sits on the floor, with me on the bed, and hands me her brush and two hair elastics.I brush out her hair, and part it down the middle."Excited about moving in?" I ask her, putting one side in a ponytail, and brushing the other one thoroughly.She doesn't answer for a few minutes."I guess. I just hope that school is good. I mean, what if the schools here are totally different than the ones that are in Paris?"She speaks in French.. "Well I slept so long, so I didn't want to keep you waiting." She said brightly, and Bren made a sound of disbelief. "What?" You claim to have slept all night, yet you got the engine working. What did you do, wake up in the middle of the night with a burning need to do some work?" Something like that." Sophia stood her ground, crossing her arms over her chest so she could dig her fingertips into the line of stitches along her left forearm. "I never claimed to have slept all night. I just said I.