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<p class=3DMsoNormal>ASSM;'My Best Friends Father #6.'{LolaScott}( Mf, reluc
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<p class=3DMsoNormal>My Best Friends Father 4 (Mf, reluc)[4 of 6 ] </p>
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<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>My Best Friend’s Father<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> Part 6<o:p></o:p></span=
></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>There is a picture of my two best friends=
and
me at our senior prom that all three of us have copies of somewhere in our
homes. If you look very closely at the photo, you can see that the straps o=
f my
dress are torn. Lisa is in the middle, looking angelic as usual; her light
blond hair pulled tightly back into some sort of elaborate knot. Carrie is =
on
the right, slightly drunk, and grinning slyly. And there’s me, smiling
weakly, nervously, my head slightly tilted toward my friend’s shoulde=
r.<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>There we are: Three best friends. We̵=
7;d
been inseparable since the 3<sup>rd</sup> grade. I was the perfectionist, t=
he
brain, the athlete, while Carrie was the bad girl, the slut - the girl very
literally from the wrong side of the tracks. Then there was Lisa. Sweet
wonderful Lisa. The Homecoming Queen. The princess. Now ten years later, the
three of us are different, but really just different versions of the old
stereotypes. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p>=
</o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>That picture reminds me of my friends, of=
how
far we have all come, but when my eyes zero in on the torn strap of my prom
dress, I think of this:<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>&=
nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>The night started badly. I stood with my =
date
in the lobby while he talked and laughed with our friends and their familie=
s. I
wasn’t being social though, I had been looking for my parents, cranin=
g my
neck trying to locate them in the crowd of noisy parents photographing their
beloved children. I kept praying that one of my parents would show up. Any =
of
them, a mom a dad … Hell I’d have been pleased to see either of=
my
stepparents walking through the ballroom doors. Anything! Any evidence that
someone had remembered or cared that it was my senior prom. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Where’s your mother Lola?=
221;
Lisa’s mother asked, turning to me. She took a better look at my face=
and
frowned. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:=
p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Ohhh honey,” she said huggin=
g me.
“I’m sure she… well..”<span style=3D'font-size:10.0=
pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I smiled weakly at my friend’s kind
mother. We both knew my mother had forgotten. She was likely off somewhere =
with
her husband, somewhere fabulous that I’d get a nice post card from. <=
span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“She’ll be very sorry she mis=
sed it
honey, you look beautiful.” Lisa’s mother looked back at her
husband who was standing close by. “Doesn’t she look beautiful
John?”<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p><=
/o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>My heart sank when I saw him. Why was he =
here?
He never comes to these things. Lisa’s father looked at me, then back=
at
his wife. She glared at him. He looked again at me. Our eyes met. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I remembered the way his tongue felt as it
moved up my thigh… how his skin tasted … I shivered.<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Yea, of course she does,” he
mumbled, looking away. I shivered again.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>His voice echoed through my head.
“You’re so beautiful...” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He’d whispered that to me countless
times. I could almost feel his breath against my ear as he fucked me. His e=
yes
stared at me with hostility that I didn’t really understand. We’=
;d
decided it was over between us a month before. My mind flashed back to that
beach in <st1:City><st1:place>Key West</st1:place></st1:City> where we met
again by chance. How we found each other on that black beach, I’m not
sure, but we did. We fucked furiously in the sand, my legs on his shoulders,
his body crushing my thighs against my chest. The moon was uncovered by the
clouds and was suddenly blinding me with its white and I could only hear his
grunting and the soft waves. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Ar=
ial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’re so beautiful,” =
he
whispered after we’d climaxed together. “So incredibly
beautiful.” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> =
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>Standing there at my senior prom, I could=
still
feel the rough sand imbedded into my back. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I felt a hand on my back. It was my boyfr=
iend.
I had to get out of there.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial=
'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Hey wanna go up to the tower with
me?” I whispered in my boyfriend’s ear. I knew he would not go.=
He
hated heights. He hated the tower.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-fami=
ly:
Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Its freezing up there” he re=
plied.<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I knew that. I didn’t care though. =
I had
to get out of there for a minute and collect my thoughts. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Mind if I go?”<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’re crazy, you’re g=
oing
to freeze!” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>=
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“I just want to look!” I said,
looking at him warmly. “It will just take a sec, do you mind?”<=
span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’re going to freeze,̶=
1; he
said again, shaking his head.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Ar=
ial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Ok, I’ll be back,” I s=
aid, kissing
his cheek.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o=
:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He smiled at me. I walked up the narrow s=
teps
to the tower.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p>=
</o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>It was cold up there. I couldn’t he=
ar a
thing except for the wind banging against the tower windows. I walked over =
to
the huge windowpane and leaned forward against it, resting my forehead on t=
he
glass. The cold surface felt good on my skin. Over the howling wind, I hear=
d a
gleeful screech of some mother or girl from the lobby. <span style=3D'font-=
size:
10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I closed my eyes. <span style=3D'font-siz=
e:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>They had missed it. My goddamn parents mi=
ssed
my prom. I wallowed in my self-pity. I’m the only senior whose parents
didn’t show up to take pictures. I wanted to scream. I wanted to kick=
and
hit the glass. I wanted to throw the security guard chair through the glass,
breaking it, and jump out plummeting to my own restful death! That would sh=
ow
them! Then I laughed, picturing my mother, crying at my funeral, secretly
gleeful over what I had done. Now she was a grieving mother! Parent of a de=
ad
child! Oh the drama! The sublime romance of it all! I could see her, tearfu=
lly
proclaiming her love for me and her horror over what I had done! Nope,
I’d never jump. I'd never give her that opportunity. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I heard someone coming up the steps but I
didn’t turn around. I was still too deep in my self-pitying fantasy t=
o be
concerned. I could smell liquor, so I assumed it was Carrie. I stared out t=
he
window, focusing my vision on a blinking construction crane on the other si=
de
of the river.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p>=
</o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>A hand slipped around my mouth. My body w=
as
pushed against the glass.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'=
> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>It was him. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0=
pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I was sick of this! I struggled violently=
, my
verbal disapproval muted by the hand clamped viciously around my mouth. I
wasn’t afraid yet, but I was angry. My hands pulled at his arms. Sudd=
enly
his knee thrust hard against my legs forcing its way in-between them. I yel=
ped
in pain tears welled up in my eyes. He yanked my head back viciously. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You let him fuck you!” He sp=
at
into my ear. He pushed my head forward against he glass. His hand left my
mouth.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p><=
/span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’re hurting me!” I
whispered against the window.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Ar=
ial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Shut up!” He said. I could f=
eel
his cock hard against my thigh. He had my body crushed against the cold gla=
ss
windowpane. “I heard my daughter talking about it!”<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Stop it!” I gasped. “I=
said
this was over!” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>&n=
bsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>His breathing was heavy. I realized knew =
the
alcohol I smelled on his breath was Crown Royal. I’ll never forget th=
at
smell. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p>=
</span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’re hurting me!” I
shouted hoarsely. His hands slid up the sides of my body to my breasts. He
began squeezing them roughly. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:A=
rial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“She said you’d fucked him!&#=
8221;
I struggled but he kept kneading them harder. “That little
bastard,” he mumbled. “You let him fuck you!” <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>His hands pulled at the material that cov=
ered
my breasts. I was shaking, crying now. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You’ll fucking remember it w=
as me
who broke you in!” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'=
> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I shuddered in disgust. I felt the materi=
al of
one of my dress straps give in and rip. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“I fucked your little cherry, you s=
lut! I
made you cum all over my cock!” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-=
family:
Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I could feel the heat between my legs ris=
ing.
He tore off the other dress strap, pulling the material down to expose my
breasts. He held them roughly in his hands as he thrust his hips into me
rhythmically.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p>=
</o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Nooo!” I moaned in rage and =
rising
pleasure.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:=
p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He turned me around to face him. I’=
ll
never know how a face so handsome could suddenly look so cruel. I had made
myself cum every night for two years to the thought of his face, his body. =
At
that moment, though, the man in front of me was a terrifying stranger. He w=
as
not my lover as much as he was my rapist. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“NOO Please Mr. Jones! Stop!!”=
; <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Shut up,” he said, clamping =
his
hand around my neck and pushing up my dress up over my hips with the other.=
<span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I sobbed. My eyes stung from the mascara =
that
was running down my cheeks. He kissed me hard, slamming his pelvis against
mine. I shivered under the force of that kiss. I could taste the liquor. My=
body
was ready for him automatically. It was a natural response, but I shook with
terror and rage. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <=
o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He molested my breasts in his hands, his =
rough
fingers squeezing my nipples.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Ar=
ial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“No!” I whimpered. “Ple=
ase,
no” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o=
:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He pushed me forward, slamming my chest a=
gainst
the glass and pulling my hips back toward him. <span style=3D'font-size:10.=
0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Don’t! No! Stop!” I
struggled but he had my hands pinned against my back. <span style=3D'font-s=
ize:
10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He let go of my hands, reaching around my=
waist
and moving downward to cup my pubic mound in his hands. He rubbed my pussy =
through
my panties. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p><=
/o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“You,” he breathed.
“You’re such a little slut.” He licked my ear making me
cringe. “You’re already wet and ready for me” <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“I hate you!” I sobbed. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He jerked the thin fabric of my panties, =
trying
to rip them. I grunted in pain and began to sob. He clamped a hand over my
mouth again and jerked my panties again, this time ripping the seam on one
side. I sobbed into his hand. I felt his cock against my ass, prying at my
flesh until he found my familiar opening. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I was humiliated and furious that my body=
had
betrayed me. I was wet. I fought back, trying to close my legs but he kneed=
my
inner thigh causing my knee to buckle. I screamed loudly. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>The head of his cock found my entrance an=
d he
thrust all of himself deep into me. I moaned despairingly into his hand. My
body went limp in defeat. He began fucking me hard, his breathing was ragge=
d. I
hated him. I hated myself more. He felt so good inside me. The pain was fad=
ing
away, I saw my breath on the window as he lowered his hand from my mouth. He
squeezed my breasts and I moaned softly.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Hmm, yea, that’s it,” =
he
grumbled as he felt my body beginning to respond. <span style=3D'font-size:=
10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He began kissing and licking my neck. I w=
as
shivering and still crying. He pulled out of me suddenly and I almost fell =
back
ward. He grabbed my arms turning me toward the bench in the corner. He sat =
down
pulling me into his lap. My dress was still crunched up around my waist. I =
was
dazed and still shocked. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'=
> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>The feelings and thoughts that my brain w=
as
sending were no longer clear. I had escaped into a fog so that I felt nothi=
ng.
The only thing I could feel were his hands on my ass. He pulled me close to
him. I was shaking hard, although I was still stiff and rigid as he held me
tightly in his arms. He arranged my arms around his neck and slowly pushed =
his
cock up into me. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <=
o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Ughhhh Lola” he moaned ̶=
0;you
feel soo good!” <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>&n=
bsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He jerked me up and down on his cock. I b=
egan
to spasm. He knew I was going to orgasm before even I did. He grabbed onto =
my
ass tightly and I began to cum. It washed over me like a tsunami of pleasur=
e. I
gasped, my body jerking up. He kissed me hard muting my impending cries with
his mouth. I could taste the liquor on his tongue. The wave retreated leavi=
ng a
wasteland of guilt. I suddenly realized that he was cumming. His cock jerki=
ng
as his semen shot into me. He froze up his muscles tightening as much as his
intoxicated muscles would allow. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-famil=
y:
Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“I’m so sorry Lola,” he
mumbled, pushing me off his lap onto the floor. <span style=3D'font-size:10=
.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I pulled my dress up over my breasts. I
realized I was still crying. He stood up quickly pulling his pants up and
buttoning them. He looked down at my crumpled body on the floor remorsefull=
y. I
looked away, too furious to meet his glance. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0p=
t;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>Music started beneath us. My senior prom =
had
begun. He slowly walked toward the stairs. I didn’t know why he was
moving so slow. I’m sure he wanted to say something but it wasn’=
;t
going to help either of us. I closed my eyes and listened to his footsteps
descending the stairs. They came to an odd halt that made me sit up. I crin=
ged,
afraid he was coming back, but I became even more panicked when I heard his
deep voice speaking softly to someone. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I stood up in a panic looking for somewhe=
re to
hide as I heard a new set of footsteps coming up the steps. As quickly as I
could I searched for a place to hide. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-=
family:
Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Oh shit!” said the voice as =
they
reached the top before I knew it. “Jesus Christ,” Carrie gasped=
. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I looked at my friend. She looked beautif=
ul. I
started sobbing, my whole body heaving in hysterics. She came to me letting=
me
collapse into her arms. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>=
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Its okay sweetie,” she whisp=
ered,
petting my neck <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o=
:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“I’ll make sure he pays for
this,” she breathed in deeply. “I’ll slit his fucking thr=
oat
Lola, I swear I will, you just tell me what you want!” <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I looked at her shaking my head. She sigh=
ed, <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Fine. Have it your way.” She
pushed me back looking at me,.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:A=
rial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Goddamn. Look at this,” she =
said
softly holding the broken strap of my dress between her fingers. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>She and I sat on the bench as she pulled =
out my
mirror from my purse. She fixed my hair while I reapplied my makeup
successfully ridding my face of tearstains. She pinned my dress together wi=
th
pins from her hair. She didn’t say another word about any of it. She
never has to this very day.<span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Aria=
l'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>We were met by flashing cameras as we ent=
ered
the ballroom. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p=
></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>“Come on!” Lisa called, wavin=
g at
us. The three of us stood together in front of the picture window smiling as
Lisa’s mother took our picture. <span style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-=
family:
Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style=3D'margin-bottom:12.0pt'>I look at that picture of us. Laughing a
little, thinking how Lisa had given it to me in a beautiful frame. It was a
thank you gift for throwing her wedding shower. I look at her innocent face,
Carrie’s Cheshire cat grin. I stare into the face of a young girl that
sometimes I cannot believe is me. Some things never change, and some things=
do
figuring out which things do which is harder than it seems. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p>That was the last time he ever touched me. It was in fact the last time I
ever saw him. That was, until his daughter’s wedding. <span
style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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