By around 3 seema comes. I give some questions and make her answer. She was an intelligent girl and pick up her studies very well. Her mother was very...grateful to me for my free service. I am staying alone and to avoid boredom I accepted her request to teach her daughter during my free time. Her mother was my maid. Seema was a medium complexioned girl and good looking. She was fourteen and looked 17- 18.Her father was a drunkard and left her mother and sisters to live with another woman. One. " I said.Grace continued, "At eighteen she's emancipated and all of a sudden she get access to all the money. Even the brightest eighteen year old would have difficulty with that and, of course, if some relative or other person managed to convince a court that they should get custody before she turned eighteen, they might misappropriate the assets, or spend years in court suing Roksana and the trustee." What a nightmare." So ... think of yourself as her guardian and trustee." And her dad," I. The only thing that kept her from being a nerd was her muscles. Her gigantic muscles. We could hear the clanking of weights as we approached the weight room. If we were lucky she would be laying down on the bench, and we could attack before she got a chance to stand up.We were not lucky.Becky was on the squat rack, squatting 800 pounds. We filed in with masks on and bats in our hands, but Becky didn’t stop. “ten, eleven, twelve,” she counted, then she re-set the weight and stepped out from. “My name’s Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny.”“I’m Bob,” I replied.That was the first meeting with the girl whom I grew to love, whom I eventually married, who bore my child, and who totally loved me in return.“We’ll be in Mrs. Wheeler’s class. She’s a very nice teacher. You’ll like her,” she said.At the next bus stop, another girl our age got on the bus. “That’s Kathy,” Jenny pointed out.When Kathy saw Jenny and me sharing the seat, she started toward the back of the bus.“Kathy, you can sit.