I did, and I became addicted to chat rooms. My favorite rooms were the ones where people would pretend to be my daddy and tell me all the nasty thing... they were doing to my body. I knew it was wrong to think about daddy that way but I couldn’t help it. Dad had started getting a little suspicious about all the time I was spending on the computer, he told me it wasn’t healthy. I told him I was just chatting with friends from school. I didn’t know he could get access to my computer and see. I saw how the sisters of my friends were, teasing, snobbish, and mean. I would hear the guys tell stories about their sisters being a pain and realize how lucky I was.When she became a teenager she turned into a real looker. Not only were her hair and figure gorgeous but she had the sexiest skin. I had to keep reminding myself that she was my sister but there was no ignoring what a beautiful woman she was becoming.This story starts when I was 15 and Pat was 14. I knew that mom was concerned. Oh. And my school books. I don't have a computer, but I have a thumbdrive I keep all my stuff on and use the computers in the library. I can't quite stand up in it, but I manage to get dressed okay.aroslav: All your clothes are in your suitcase?WENDY: You say 'all' like I have a lot of clothes. I pretty much have my work clothes for the restaurant, two pair of jeans, and four t-shirts. I have socks and underwear to get me through the week and two pair of shoes. I've got a couple of sweatshirts. Her words were spluttered out through strangled sobs. The other Cave Dwellers were bewildered and scandalised by Glade’s behaviour. The two women spoke to each other in a language that no villager had ever have heard before. ‘I heard that you were living in the south,’ said Demure who had discovered this by the same chain of communication by which Glade had heard about her black lover’s presence. ‘As soon as I knew you were here, I followed the shore south to your village.’ ‘And you came.