Imaginatively. Her little eyes gleam through her glasses with intelligence as they look up at me, and up at the camera. She looks so cute in them. And...as she grows, her eyes will shape back normally, and she'll look like a supermodel well into her forties. And she is beautiful now. Absolutely beautiful, and creative, and amazing, and completely in love with me. I'm so sad that I never have the time to give them similar psychic powers to mine. Maybe it just takes practice. "Mmm, Daddy," she. With his hands on her hips, he rocked back and forth."Yeah, baby, fuck me good. Show the little shit how a real woman gets fucked."Joan sneered at Matilda and then turned Frank's head to the side, pressing her mouth to his. While he fucked Cathy, her daughter kissed him with passion. When she broke the kiss, she looked at Matilda and stuck her tongue out.Matilda knew not to argue. She knew her father would beat her up ... and her little brother as well. She helped Bobby get comfortable in his. "The rest of the journey back to Redcliffe was uneventful, except for one night spent shivering while all our blankets were washed in Bodahn's hot spring. After another week of travel, we could see the lake in the distance. Our lice were gone, much to everyone's delight, and only once had I been stuck combing through Alistair's hair. It was soft and golden, and I fought off mental images of more pleasant reasons to run my hands through it. Even the residual anger wasn't enough to keep me. The families who send their kids to East Middle run the gamut from "very affluent" to somewhere just below the poverty line. This disparity between the two schools was the basis of a similar disparity in the culture of cliques within each school.At West Middle we weren't so much exclusive cliques, but rather just groups of friends with common interests. The athletes hung out together, the preppies hung out together, the heads hung out together, and the rest of us congregated amongst ourselves..