Now, post Amy, I was once again going through the motions. Return to normal, circle of life, right?I awoke, some time later. It was dark, so I checked...my watch to see if I should be at work yet. 4 am. Almost time.Breakfast was - well, there was no breakfast. Once upon a time I had made an effort to eat properly. Cereal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch and something healthy for tea. Now, I ate what was available - when I wasn't drinking that is. Actually, I probably ate more while I was. "But perhaps you should consider putting her on the pill anyway. On the pretence of her having bad period pain perhaps? We did that with Anne at 14. Not a moment too soon either, if I am not mistaken."Joanna looked doubtful. "It would feel like we were, you know, encouraging her to have under-age sex," she said."Rubbish," George replied. "Make it clear she can't and do your best to enforce it. But spare her the heart break of an unwanted pregnancy if she manages to coax the bloke's semen too. That was Florence Joseph in a nutshell. And the young Haitian-American wanted that rare fish for himself. One day, he gathered his courage and approached her. She was sitting on a bench in the park near the town’s church, reading a Harlequin novel. He approached her with a smile and a wave. She looked him up and down. Her eyes narrowed. Politely but with chilly overtones, Florence asked him who he was. Sebastien blanched. Did she really ask him that? Everybody in town knew who he was. The. Her long brunette hair fell past her shoulders. Abby’s statuesque form would even make wearing a fifty-pound potato sack look sexy. Brad was putty in his love’s arms as they kissed.“Bye Mom and Dad love you, see you at the party!” She yelled at the master bedroom. The noises coming from behind the partially open door gave away the sounds of them enjoying another good fucking session.“Your Dad is letting you drive his Shelby?” She remarked as Brad politely opened her car door.“He said it.