He has a heart of gold, any woman would be lucky to marry him. The other man is a bit harder to tell you about. That man is my father. His name is Ash...yn William Michaels. He is 35 years old, but still looks like he could pass for a 25 year old. He has blond hair with natural brown highlights. It is longer, almost like the Leonardo Dicaprio haircut. He was 6'3 and extremely fit. He had the prettiest most gorgeous face a man could have. It's still young and fresh like the rest of him. He enjoy's. Now she welcomed the warm glow on her soft pale skin, getting out of bed and preforming her morning stretches routine in front of her large bay windows.If Lilian were another girl she would realise that standing where she was gave nearly all the houses on her street a perfect view of her supple teenage body. That as she stretched her slender arms behind her back, she was presenting her perky D cup breasts to the world. Or that to bending down to touch her toes was exposing her unshaven virgin. My parents were the type who trusted me, because I didn't do anything. Neither did Rachel, or our boyfriends. Sure, the rest of our friends did, so the four of us always kept an eye on things. That's why my parents trusted me to have an end-of-the-year bash while they were out to dinner and a show. We of course all had our fake IDs, because we needed them if we ever wanted to go places. There were some hang outs, like Local, where you needed an ID just to sit outside. So, not that we used them. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is.