Frank had turned out to be less-well-connected than expected--even his own family came close to disowning him--unless one was referring to his connect...ng to Alicia with a right hook or left jab; the asshole. Yeah, Alicia had left all that behind all right.Well ... and me, of course; she had left me behind as well. I had never lost my deep emotional attachment to Alicia. My thoughts of 'what if' would often intrude whenever I got depressed over the way my life with Francine and the girls had. Or I’d check the history on the home computer, looking at the same porn sites he did. It always got me hot. I don’t know why. I never looked at dad that way, and he always hid it well. I asked him about sexual things and he would answer me honest and truthfully. He pulled out diagrams once and explained it in explicit detail. I was never once uncomfortable when he would do this. In fact I found it slightly arousing. Last year on my birthday, he asked me what I wanted. I explained to him that. The jumbled incoherent whispering in his head became stronger the closer he got.The slight bleeding from her nose and the side of her mouth had stopped. He remembered the first aid training he had been given years back when he first joined the Navy. Damn, I should have put her in the recovery position instead of on her back. Oh well, she seems to be breathing regularly. He considered washing away the dried blood on her face. What if she should wake while I was touching her? He shuddered at the. .a .. had fun too, bye. He quickly hang up to think about what she just said.15-Krista loves dresses, but her mean old mother makes her wear jeans. Krista loves horses, but she only has her poor mother to take care. No money for such things. Krista loves to eat, so her mother feeds her. Boys don’t like fat girls. What a bitch cunt! Now Krista loves me? What is her evil mom going to do if she realizes that I am trying to get in her daughter’s jeans? Has she been somehow listening in on our sex.