He withdrew his hands from her and bent down to whisper sternly in her ear. “But you were supposed to knock first.” She gasped, realizing her min...r, yet severe, error. “Daddy! I’m sorry, I—I was flustered and nervous, I must have forgotten—” He cut her off suddenly placing a hand over her mouth. “Sweetheart, you’ll have to make up for your transgressions.” He placed a hand under her chin and forced her to stand. Taking her hand, he guided her a few steps forward. She heard the sound of. He saw her many times in the past. The coffee was good at the diner and the scenery got even better since he saw her, so he came back more often. She was a student, the pile of books on the floor beneath her feet giving her away. He got up, taking his cup of coffee with him, walking over to her. She saw him coming, looking up, Eric smiling at her, the girl smiling back.“Is the seat saved?” Eric motioned to the empty stool next to her.“Not at all.” Lily smiled back at him. She liked men that. Peg evidently had the ability to set up an automatic counter and would count anything she felt needed counting. Which was pretty much anything that happened more than twice.If Freida had been a modern mother, a generation younger and brought up in the good old USA instead of the old country, she probably would have convinced Peg that what she was doing was impossible and talked her out of her ability before she reached her third birthday. But Frieda was ignorant and just told Peg that it was. The girl was fucking Polly Purebread. No one had any dirt on her, she seldom if ever dated, didn’t have vices, got good grades, was a perfect lady at school and cheer, their just wasn’t an opening that she could use. At one point, she considered using her sorry assed brother against her, but she soon learned that Jamie didn’t seem to waste a second on him, wouldn’t raise a finger for him, and most certainly not do anything that would help Cathy for the piece of shit. Cathy had obsessed for.