Now Mike looked kinda like an old biker with his muscular build, slicked back black hair that was starting to grey and some faded tattoos scuttered about his arms but as intimidating as he may look to me he was just a big softy. Since mom was gone dad spent more time with his friends especially his best friend Mike who I have know for many years to the point where I call him uncle Mike.
I got her same flowing red hair and light freckles but dad always tells me that I certainly got her entrancing blue eyes. Living with my dad after my mom left sure took some getting used to on both of our parts I guess since I cannot believe it is easy for dad to get up everyday and look at me a spitting image of my mom. This is going to be a fantasy story of mine that I plucked from my perverted mind.
