She was in the wrong key, though, and it came out much too high.Everyone laughed.William had soon collected drink orders and was busy pouring out wine...and scotch. Sandra and Emily wandered around, looking at the autographed photographs of musicians and dancers that hung throughout the large room."Nice collection of pictures," Emily said to William, when they had all finally gathered on the two plush couches."Thank you." I love seeing pictures like these, where they are in action," Sandra said.. I didn't think of that before. Over the next several days I spend a great deal of time talking to Mr. Hottie through text. We even talk on the phone at night, or whenever we can. We go to dinner on Thursday, enjoying ourselves. He keeps asking me about my dress but I only tell him a little about it. I can tell he’s excited to see me in it. He has no idea how excited I am to show him. Saturday morning comes all too quickly, and I’m getting ready for Harris to come get me. The wedding is at. .." "Shut up slut. I bet you fuck every guy at school! Don't you?" "No daddy, please stop! That's from years ago!" "Shut up Sarah, you wanna be a real slut? Well here's your chance, you little tease! Take off your clothes. now." Sarah was in awe. She's wanted this for as long as she could remember, but was still so scared. "Dad don't do this, please, this is..this is wrong!" "Oh and fucking your big brother isn't? Shut up and get naked." She hesitantly began to remove her clothes. Her face. "I said, get lost, asshole. I'm talking to her." I don't want to talk to him, Ian. He's bothering me and he won't go away," she said.I could see the stress on her expression and I turned to the guy just in time to see him load up with a right hand and take a swing at me. Luck was with me and I was able to duck most of his punch, his fist just grazing my cheek and shoulder. Now I was pissed. I didn't bother with the niceties of Marquis of Queensbury, I simply steadied myself and then kicked him.