You hear a knock at the door. You groan as you get up to get it, leaving the tv on.You open the doorway onto the street, a limousine sits parked on th... street and before you stand a tall woman with a very curvaceous figure. Her long red hair falls neatly at her shoulders. She wears a black blouse under a small red jacket that struggles to contain her DD breasts. The blouse and jacket stop a little above her belly button. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered. I consider the gratitude option until I realize that thanking him would be admitting he was right. The more private part of me protests against this. After all, a girls got to have some secrets. Instead of sounding grateful, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is defensive and feeble. If you supposedly know so much about me, then how come you never use my name when you speak to me? the thought annoys me further and suddenly my feeble argument makes sense. I continue hotly. Whats with all. "I pushed my glasses back up my nose and looked deep into my father's blue eyes. The sadness they reflected filled me with emotion. I blinked to keep from tearing up. I paused before opening the door and gave my father's six foot frame a hug. I said, "Bye Dad, try to have a good day."He nodded stifling his own emotions, "Yeah Alex, you too."Thunder clapped in the distance. I ran to the waiting car hunched under my backpack. The smell of rain danced on the static electricity that filled the air.. My I.Q. has been tested several times and is supposed to be in the genius range. I'm not so sure about that but I was quite qualified to assist my Mom. I helped by counting and classifying the various plants and animals at different elevations while Mom recorded their sizes and weights throughout the summer. That still left me a lot of time to explore the mountain on my own and often to take a book or a magazine along to provide some stimulation for some self pleasure. When the pages began to.