They were all in summer dresses and proper shoes; it was not a day for the tomboys to wear their jeans. Naturally, we three lads wore our suits so tha... we’d look our best in our girlfriends’ family photographs.(It was strange to see our three girls wearing lipstick in the morning, that was normally reserved for very special nights out at the Jazz Club – few female students normally bothered with make-up in those days, similarly they rarely went to a proper hairdresser until they definitely. You turn the water on to rinse the suds from your skin. Standing before your bathroom mirror, wrapped in your soft towel, skin still warm from your bath, you gaze at your image in the mirror, and think of him looking at you. How hungry his eyes are, so quick to enjoy the curves of your body. You let the towel part, exposing your breasts. How beautiful they look, large pink nipples protruding from each, longing for his lips. You shudder as you remember how he loves to kiss them. Turning slowly,. This dreamfelt so real he could not shake the emotions that were starting to floodhis brain. Anger, sadness, confusion...they were swirling in his mind like achaotic storm of negativity. The other women left the locker room and nowit was Jess and Chris. The steam filled the air and he stepped into theshower.The air in the shower felt soothing to Chris' sweaty skin and achingmuscles. It welcomed him into its steamy embrace comforting him anderasing his negative emotions from thought. As he let. ." she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box."Sit still baby." I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. "There you go. All better now." I see her smile as I know she's thinking 'A Band-Aid wont help with everything.' but she keeps quiet and just smiles. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile."So, daddy got you.