" She led me back to her station."I grabbed lots of pins," she said, grinning, as she began to take therods out of my hair. "The curls look fabulous!...Just like ScarlettO'Hara."With all of the rods out, she primped and pulled on the curls, eveningthem out across the back of my head. Then she expertly began acomplicated and mysterious process of pinning my hair up so that thecurls began high on the back of my head and cascaded down, teasing myneck in little bouncy springs. As she pinned the. Trying not to laugh, Daddy tried to sound stern when he asked, "hey little girl just what do you think you are doing up this late AND no clothes on?? What if the neighbors saw you?"Giggling she replied, "Daddy it's the middle of the night, NO one is going to see me. It feels good. I don't wanna have to put clothes on."Even without seeing clearly he knew she was faking a pout. " Well you HAVE to angel. It's the rules. No being naked outside. I'll make you a deal, you go get at least a robe on. After that her and I seem to be flirting back and forth all night. Her husband a Dr Haven was two sheets to the wind and was off doing his own thing. My best friend didn’t seem to care about his step mom showing me attention because he was too busy trying to get into someone else's pants. All I could think of was Stiffler’s Mom and I was going to get to do her. Around 2 a.m. everyone was passed out, and I was getting ready to pass out as well. I went to the bathroom to splash some water on. An old man having carnal knowledge of a girl so young was not unfamiliar to me. As a girl myself I was aware of a similar experience, the owner of the farm sweet shop at the end of our street, had a similar knowledge of myself.My exploits with him, were something I had always kept secret, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was as if fate was coming round full circle, the only difference being, I did things, whereas Peter was only looking and encouraging my daughter.I saw a.