At eight the next morning the doorbell rang. My mom answered it and found a very angry Mr. French. He asked if I was home and when mom said yes he tol... her he needed to talk to me. Mom came and got me out of bed and I went downstairs in my pajamas to see what he wanted.“Where is my daughter?”“I have no idea. You will probably have to find Dan Marsh and ask him.”“Why? You were her date. You picked her up at my house and that makes you responsible for her.”“She chose to leave me and take off with. Her still open robe gave a tantalizing glimpse at her big tits."Kids! Breakfast. I know its Saturday, but I still want you up," shouted Mom as she climbed the stairs. Sis immediately put away her phone, closed her robe and shot off for her bedroom. I just barely had time to throw the dildo under my bed and through a sheet over me."Get up now, Joey," said Mom as she glared at me from the door. I can't believe she still calls me Joey."Yeah, Joey, get up" said Sis. I have to take "Joey" from Mom,. She had her hair done in tight corn rolls. And she had on big oversized hoop earrings and white high heals . Around her neck was a leather dog collar that had a metal chain attached to it and Roosevelt was holding it in his hand . I couldn’t believe what I was seeing .he got off the bike and she was following his rules. She kept her chin down and didn’t look around and kept four feet in back of him as he lead the way, up to the pier. as they got close a young couple in their twenties was there. ‘Being attractive is not ... the only factor in romantic affection, not at all,’ I stumbled, groping for the right words as to what actually DID constitute feelings of romantic affection. ‘I do love you, you know,’ I said, and then mentally stabbed myself for saying it. THAT wouldn’t help, not now! ‘But not in a romantic way,’ I amended. ‘In a platonic way. The way one would love ... a brother, or a sister. The way I love all you guys. There are so many kinds of loving, you know.’ I thought.