Mom may have custody. I was even asked. April wasn’t; she was too young. Mom may have custody, but he doesn’t have custody. But he was always kiss...ng and hugging as if he loved us, which he doesn’t. Well, when I got my period and the boob fairy visited, he got worse. Dad changed, too, but it was more avoidance. He has this hug where he wraps his arm around your back and grips your right shoulder real tight. He pulls you a little sidewise against that arm. You really know you’ve been hugged, but. ? How would she manage that,she wondered.? She couldn?t just let allthe clippings fall onto Mrs. Denton?s bathroom floor.? That would be nasty.? The vanity was just the right height that shecould get her crotch up over the corner of it if she stood on the tips of hertoes.? Maybe if she straddled the vanitylike that, and leaned forward a bit, most of it would just fall on top of thevanity.? Then she could sweep it off intoher hand or something, and flush it or something.? She thought she would. I sat in the car for over an hour and still she hadn't come out of his house. I wondered whether they were fucking again. Some time after this I must have nodded off, I awoke at 1am to see lights still on in his house but none at ours. Maybe she had gone in and gone to bed whilst I was asleep. I sat for another half hour then saw his front door light come on, followed by the door opening and her appearing. As she walked out of the door she turned back to him and kissed him deeply - in the. I became an academic godfather to Alex. That was a trust I never violated, although Connie never believed it. A semester later during mid-term exams Connie was on a training flight to god-only-knows where. I was teaching General Chemistry again (that was my year in the wringer). Alex helped me with the grading. I usually took half of the papers and she took half. We met the next day to swap sets and finish the grading. I asked Alex if she had plans for the evening (it was a Thursday night). She.