”Great, I have an excuse to hang around and watch Ali while I wait. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.The way she flipped her hair, her smile, the ...one of her voice. The half-hour was up way too soon.I was so fucking hard. I stared at her ass and tits for the whole time.“Is there anything else I can do for you to today.”I almost choked but got out a “No thank you, you have been very helpful.” I wondered what she thought of the gifts I bought for my daughter.I came home from shopping and Kelsey. She loved her family, even though she wasn’t totally in love with the trailer business. I was the one who ended up working there full time; she never became more than a gofer.In most ways, this was because of Big Bob. Women were second class to men. He was a very traditional sort of father and businessman. It was very curious, in a way. He often hired women for sales positions, which were the highest paid positions in the company, but it was because women were better at the touchy-feely sorts. They entered the great hall and Damon gestured towards the kitchen.“Tristan I’m going to go take a quick shower. I can’t stand the scent of smoke on me. Make yourself at home. We’ll talk when I get back.”“That we will.” Tristan leaned lazily against the wall, his arm going around one of the pillars in the great hall.Damon chuckled and started for the stairs but stopped and turned back to look at Tristan. “Are you just gonna stand there?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll just…look. "Mia took a big breath and wiped at her eyes. I just held her as tight as I could without hurting her."I told Mom everything, of course. She told Dad. They talked to a lawyer and then the school. Mr. Jones had a history as a model teacher or something. He was very popular in the community, and it was basically his word against mine. I guess his word meant a lot more. Suddenly we became outcasts in our town. Nobody wanted anything to do with us. The kids at school called me awful names. People.