” he pulled her to him, and they kissed deeply once more. Kirk was rubbing her back all over, and playing with the knot of her bikini top. Karen sat...up, smiled, and said, “You’ve been playing with those strings all day long.” Busted. His hands froze. She leaned down, and whispered, “If you want to see my breasts, all you have to do is ask.”“Really? Because I desperately want to see them.” “I’ll let you. All you have to do,” she sat upright again. “…is pull the strings.”He pulled the strings at. Looks like we both go out there, because neither one of us is going to let the other go alone. It's almost time. Oh my, look at you! Nice eyes, Daddy! Don't you dare call it that!" She warned good-naturedly, and then her eyes changed also.I knew what she meant. As she was talking, I felt myself switch into 'Amy Mode'. I had never felt closer to my little girl than right now. I knew what she felt now. I smiled at her."Sweetie, I still don't think we can take on 100 men alone," I said. "I hope. ”“Why?”“I was engaged, but he got killed a year ago.”“My bad. How he get killed tho?”“He was a green beret in Afghanistan.”“Damn. You okay,” the six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound man asked while pouring his drink.“Yeah. I still get a li’l sad. But I’m good.”“That’s what’s up. Maybe I can make you feel better,” Aubrey remarked feeling bad about memories he may have evoked.“Yes you can. You wanna smoke a li’l,” Dahlia shot back to reassure him.“Yeah. Light up. I’ma smoke my cig for a. .. well, apologized.I tried to apologizeI mean, it started as an apology, that was it. Just a one-off revisiting of being her so I could tell him I was sorry for meddling in his life.An email wasn’t good enough. He could easily assume it was someone pretending to be her, sending him messages as some kind of mean joke. Besides, she was--in the backstory I had invented for her--another student. He’d be suspicious of an off-campus email with her name.Another video on the school YouTube channel.