Then there were hands on her. Her eyes flew open and there had been herDaddy. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as tight as shecould. In ...he increasing darkness, it was all Tom could do to get his knifeout of its leather holster on his belt. His fingers were slippery-wetand he had to fight to gain a purchase on the brass and finished woodsurface. He struggled to get the knife out, his terrified daughterclung to his neck and impairing his vision and mobility. LittleKimberly had. “God help us and save us! NO!” he thought as he moved to one side, but just then her ‘highway man’s voice’ rang out in the night. “STAND YE AND DELIVER!” The coach man brought the horses to an abrupt stop. His postillion looked to see what had brought them to a stand. The rider in front of them waved his pistols, suggesting they dismount onto the verge. “You, catch-fart!” The robber indicated the postillion, “Unhitch the horses.” The man hurried to do the robber’s bidding. When that was done,. Instead of the usual rather crumpled clothes, she wore a pretty T-shirt which clearly showed she had indeed started to sprout boobs. Only small buds as yet, but I could make out the points of her nipples clearly enough through the material; her jeans clung to her still narrow hips which now seemed to have rounded out just that little bit; even her usual mousy hair seemed to have lightened slightly and looked prettier; almost attractive! Let's hope she's a bit more friendly as well, I thought to. Or at least we did until her mother made a negative comment to her about premarital sex. Now, I will say that I loved her mom; she really treated me like a son and probably kept me from starving a few times when I had overspent my budget. However, I've also felt resentment towards her mom because the comment had some lasting repercussions. From that point on, I've felt at various times that she felt guilty about having sex. In any event, we did eventually get married at 21 with the shared.