. Dearest Dad, I am coming home to get married soon, so get your check book out. I’m in love with a boy who is far away from me.As you know, I am in...Australia ... and he lives in Scotland. We met on a dating website, became friends on Facebook, had long chats on Whatsapp. He proposed to me on Skype, and now we’ve had two months of a relationship through Viber.My beloved and favorite Dad, I need your blessing, good wishes, and a really big wedding.Lots of love and thanksYour favorite. She had little success getting nipple covers to stick to her. Fuming, she yanked a replacement bra from her drawer, and headed to the closet for a new shirt. Attendees of St. Matthew Catholic High School, she and Nick wore uniforms every day. Hers consisted of a striped blazer, atop a button down white blouse, kerchief, and a pleated skirt, with knee socks. Unlike a porno star, she looked like a student.Calmed, she silently offered three Hail Mary’s against her filthy mouth. “Fuck,” she. This perticular friday night, I had my hair braided in two braids, some skintight patent leather tights in black and a bandeau top, also black, leaving my flat stomach bare, letting my pierced bellybutton show, the jewlery sparkling.I had snorted some crushed Ritalin some 20 minutes ago, combined with cheap vodka, and I was on my way to a good high, ready to get the party started. My sugarboy for the moment, a bouncer at a highscale club, had sneaked me in and the setting was sublime, leaving. As I was rinsing off the evidence of the night before I chuckled as I remembered the wisdom my somewhat intoxicated grandmother imparted to me on my wedding day. Taking my hand she said, “Jenn, if sex is not wet and sloppy you’re not doing it right.”As I was putting the finishing touches on my hair my phone chirped Allie’s ringtone. Before I could say a word Allie demanded, “You just have to tell me all about the wedding. My dad seems to have really had a good time. Never seen him in such a.