The letter started out by saying:"Dear Mr. Frazier," My name is Jessica, I have reason to believe you are my father."Bret broke out into a cold sweat ...nd sat down to finish reading the letter. The letter went on to explain on how she came to this conclusion of her parentage and said she just wanted to know about her father. The letter contained her contact information.In the letter, Jessica mentioned her age and that her mother was Ahn Lee, a Chinese American. Bret remembered Ahn Lee fondly as. Taking his phone out of his boot, he saw that it’s memory was almost full.“Huh?” Josh said looking at his phone as if it was bewitched.“Oh, eh, some of our guests have left their, eh, contact data on your phone Josh” Melody said turning red.Flipping through the menu’s he saw fourteen new contact entries and several video’s as well as more than two hundred pictures.The women that had come later had seen the lewd pictures in his address book and had added their own, pictures included.“Who are. The tilt of her head and the cockiness of her grin were calculated hotness. Her posture was dangerous. She had one hand on her hip, that bracelet I gave her being the only jewelry I could see, and the other hand holding up her phone towards the mirror. She had these amazing curves.There was a follow up text."This is Out. Dress nice and you may get to see Home. Be the charming boy you can be and pretty soon I'll think about Bed. Now how did you want to take me?"I saw myself beaming in the. After another hour, JD started pointing out local sights. Finally, he slowed to a crawl near a mailbox."Open that, honey, an' see if'n the mail's come in yet." You're becoming more and more southern as we drive, you know. And who's mail is this I'm stealing, anyway?" Ours. We's here." He turned on to a dirt road hidden along the tree-lined highway and suddenly they were there.The house it's self was a four story anti-bellum beauty with well-kept porches and delicately painted trim. A few bushes.