‘Your sight isn’t worth my memory.’ ‘What did you say, punk.’ Andy walked over to me and bent over right in front of me. I could smell his ...ad aftershave that radiated off his horribly shaven neck. His short spiky hair, all messy and completely torn apart from the last time he had tried to pick on me. I had it and attacked him with a pair of scissors, but shockingly, I was caught, but knowing Andy Garcia, he’s as stubborn as a donkey getting orders form a new owner. ‘You heard me,’ I replied,. I was worried about our future in Boston. I'd never seen the apartment; I'd never even seen the city; I didn't have a job. For that matter, Washington was the only big city that I had ever seen; and I'd been escorted through that on a school tour.I pulled myself out of the brooding after a long while. I reviewed the French that I had studied earlier. I would have to go over it again, there is a book along with the tapes; but I had absorbed enough so that drill wouldn't lead me astray. Then I. .Back in front of the mirror above her chest of drawers, she stared critically at her reflection as she disrobed. Tossing the discarded garments on the one spare chair in her room, the one she called her Laundry Hamper, she stood tall and admired herself, her gaze drawn to her erect nipples, then down to her pussy. Narrowing her eyes and leaning forward, she thought she could see a sheen of moisture at the top of one thigh. Drawing a fingertip between the folds of her pussy, she found her clit. "Daddy hi, what are you doing here?" I just had to come up and see my baby girl, and college cheerleader," he laighed. "Mr Albright called and has asked us to dinner tonight. Come on honey, get ready, your coach is waiting."Poor Monica wanted to tell her father what kind of man her coach really was, but dared not destroy her dear innocent dad. Grabbing her coat, she followed her dad as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Monica could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father how good.