Sham ko mai t.V dekh rha tha riya mere pass baithi thi maine socha isse aacha moka nhi milega to maine riya ko blackmail krne ka ek idea socha. Mai ri...a se bola tera school kaisa chal rha h wo boli aacha.Mai bola tera b.F kaisa h kya krta h wo boli bhai mera koi b.F nhi h mai bola tu jhut bol rhi h mujhe pta h tera ek b.F h jiske saath tune kai baar sex kiya h school bunk kr k.Wo darrne lgi boli pagal ho kya asa kuch nhi h to mai moke ka faida uthate hue use or darane lga.Mai bola dekh mere. I so much wanted to get out of this damn belt but I now knew without a doubt that my only chance of release lay (no pun intended) in Dana's Hands. With that thought permeating all of my thoughts I put pen to paper and started to write my paper on why girls cry.Around 9:50 that evening Dana called and said that she had been watching me over the computer the last couple of hours and was impressed and happy with how hard I was working on my paper."Joannie, I am very much looking forward to reading. “How old are you,” he asked, his voice in a hushed whisper.“Eighteen,” I said.“Yeah, when’d ‘at happen?”“Drake, I mean Daddy,” I said. For he knew when my birthday happened.“No, baby doll, call me Drake. Now, sweetheart, when’d you turn 18?”“Drake, today,” I said, still barely awake. “You weren’t at my party.”“No, you’re wrong,” he said, glancing at his wristwatch, “today is tomorrow, and your birthday was yesterday, now.”“What?” I said.“After midnight, little lady,” daddy said, thumping his. I must say i liked his ideas, so, i didn't mind at all doing him that small favor.Unfortunately, after one year more or less, we lost contact with that couple due to some real life issues. When the people saw that couple was not coming back (after weeks of silence) everyone left, but that man and i still chatted about that experience. One day he told me he had private pics of a girl friend of him, a curvy redhead.. and i really liked redheads. He said he would share them with me, but i had to.