“Ellie!” He ran over, throwing his arms around me. At eight years old, he somehow managed to be the smartest one in the family, the brainiac that ...lways said that one day he’d go to college and then he’d take care of all of us. He never acted tougher than he was, never bragged about anything—but he was a goody-two-shoes. There was no rule-breaking around him.“Ashley had a boy over,” he said almost immediately.“Snitches get stitches,” Ashley yelled from the other room. She stomped over and made. We drank two bottles of wine and were feeling a little tipsy when we left the restaurant. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when we got back to the hotel and I was feeling a little apprehensive as we got onto the elevator to return to our room.As the elevator started up, Sandy turned to me and kissed my lips passionately. I felt Jessica standing beside us watching. When Sandy pulled away, I stood silently, almost embarrassed. Suddenly, Jessica pulled me to her and kissed me just as. "Now do the eyebrows," Al commanded. "What do you mean?" Wes asked. "Permanent cosmetics. Shave his eyebrows, and tattoo the arched, feminine thin kind above his old ones, so they'll show if he lets his old ones grow out." My eyebrows went up. I didn't know they were planning to take it this far. What else did they have in mind? I could hear Ruth yell at the speaker phone. "Ron! Don't let them do that. A lot of times shaved eyebrows never grow back. You'll be stuck." Al chortled. "That's the. So we finally got to Daddy's favorite bar! It was a hole in the wall, really, but quint and sweet. The regulars even loved a gurl like me around. Actually they seemed to love it. Or atleast my ass alone. Daddy brought me in, introduced me to the bartender, got me the drink he likes me to love, gin and tonic, while holding onto my ass the whole time. 'Hey, Barry', Daddy said, ' my slut just won a thong for doing the right thing. What do you have to offer?'Barry smirked and looked me head to high.