The other day Iactually screamed at Him, I was so mad. But even that didn't changeanything. Just how long will my torment last?******My knee feels be...ter, which is okay, I guess. I got to thinking aboutwhat happened with my dad and realized it would be pretty selfish of meto kill myself and leave my body for my mom to find after she's alreadylost him. Its getting close to Christmas and the lights look pretty and even thesnow somehow looks better.I don't know if I'm any better, but I'm. Jodi walks in, dressed in a sarong type skirt, a loose button down shirt that was probably one of her husband's old work shirts. I was quite surprised when her daughter Jasmine walked in behind her. Jasmine, or Jazz as they called her, was 14, tall like her mother, and willowy. Puberty had been very good to her. In the last year she'd gone from a very dumpy 4'8 and 100 lbs to a willowy 5'8 and 120 lbs. She was pretty like her mom, had braces laced with pink trim, and wearing some long track. Seems a little weird. But I guess I can live with it for a few minutes ... if you really need the practice." John did his best to hide his discomfort."You should feel lucky, John. Guys line up at our spa to have Lexi's hands on them." Lexi gave him a playful but dirty look."Ray!" Well, it's true!" he replied. "And I didn't mean it like that. I meant professionally!"After a few minutes, trying to blot out the fact that his own daughter was rubbing his body with oil, John drifted off again. It. I was both looking forward and scared to death of what was on the other side. A man opened the door. I recognized Brett from the picture Michelle had given me. He was even better looking in real life than the picture. From his physical appearance, I could understand why Michelle would be attracted to him, other than the beard. Michelle hadn’t ever shown any interest in men with a beard before, but apparently, she liked his. He was a little taller than me, physically fit like he probably.