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I remember the first time I saw my Momma, I was eight years old. My mother hated her because my father had left her for Momma. I didn't understand about things back then. Momma showered me with love and attention, always eager to accept whatever face I presented. At first I thought she didn't like me because she would quickly discourage me from acting like a girl. But then I noticed it was only when she was afraid that my Father would see. He wasn't a nice man, my body showed the scars to prove it, but when you're a little girl trapped in the wrong body all you want is the love and acceptance of a Daddy. Something I would never have, no matter what I did to try and please him. And I tried so very hard to be the little boy he wanted, but it wasn't me. I cried, oh how I cried so many nights. My tears soaking my pillow, but Momma would comfort me when she could, she just didn't quite understand what was going on yet. And then I hit puberty, age thirteen, my girl hormones warred with the boy hormones of the body I inhabited. Up until then I'd been able to ignore to a degree the differences between my body and that of Genetic Girls. But seventh grade Gym class and the showers in the locker room brought the reality down around me harder than I could accept. So I rebelled. I cut classes and skipped school. I hid at home during the day, discovering a freedom I'd longed for. At home alone during the day I could be Malissa Madison. I would dress up in my sisters clothes. And dance and prance and fantasize that my family accepted me. That my body was that of a girls. But as with everything in my life that to ended with the school year. I'd become addicted to it. I needed it to survive I convinced myself. I had to get away. The mother found out and oh how she prayed and pushed trying to get the evil demons out of me. So I fled to my fathers, in hopes that my Momma would be able to help me. At first Momma was afraid, she pretended not to notice when things would go missing from the laundry. For a whole year she tried to just let me be myself whenever possible. But that too came crashing down around us. I got caught wearing her clothes. Those scars from that beating still linger, though faint and hidden from all but those who know where to look. She got beaten too when she tried to interfere, to protect me. But then my momma did the only thing she could do. When he was away she threw everything she owned and everything of mine I wanted to keep into the back of her car and ran with me. We never stayed anywhere more than a few weeks at first. She got a job, and changed the registration of her car. And always she let me dress the way I wanted. She would smile whenever someone asked about me. This is my Daughter Malissa, she would say. Somehow she found a few friends willing to help out. She got her name changed to Dotty Madison. And they changed my own last name to Madison. I remember being scared when she took me to see the judge over my first name. What name do you prefer? He asked me. Malissa, Malissa Dawn Madison Sir. So polite, you are young Malissa. What grade are you in, in school? I should be in ninth, but they won't let me be a girl in school. Well if I grant you the name change, you have to go to school. You have to have source of permanent record to verify that you are using the name. as well as proof that you are living as a girl full time. I remember my heart sinking, almost crying that it wasn't fair. I'm going to give your Mother,,, Momma, my momma I said. Your Momma the name of a school that accepts Gender challenged girls like yourself. You would have to live there during school. But you can be with your Momma on weekends. There is such a place? Momma asked in amazement. Perhaps you've heard of Miss Clara's Academy for Exceptional Girls? I could see that Momma had heard of it before. Isn't that a state girls home? No it's not been a correctional facility for almost eight years. Not since right after Miss Clara purchased it from the State. It's for teen orphans, unwed teen mothers. And a select few ultra-rich who can afford the tuition. She accepts what she terms Transgendered girls. They live in the same dorms as the other girls. Momma agreed to try to get me in, and he signed my temporary name change. Pending acceptance at the Academy. She took me with her for the first meeting with Miss Clara, she was very Beautiful. So elegantly mannered. What most people would call High Class. The interview went well. Miss Clara said, "I'll accept her tuition happily. I think she'll do well here." But the look on Momma's face when she saw the first years tuition caused me to lose hope. It had to be so far beyond anything she could afford. It included school, room and boarding for the entire school year. I remember Miss Clara saying, "Karen, would you please show Ms. Madison and her daughter the forms for the scholarships programs?" In the outer office my heart was in my throat as I cried quietly, my one chance at becoming a real girl had just been killed by a dollar sign. A very nice looking man in a business suit came over and asked if he could help. I snuffed back the snot threatening to drip from my nose. "No sir I'm sorry, I just had my hopes on getting into school. But my momma can't afford it and now I can't ever be a real girl because the judge said I have to go here or he won't change my god-awful boy name." He stood up and reached his hand toward a girl standing beside him. "It'll be ok," she said as they walked past Karen's desk into Clara's office. Momma collected up all the forms, and we left for the motel we were staying in. it was going to be close. It was two weeks before the next school year started. Malissa, why don't you run down to the caf? and bring us back a couple of burgers while I get started filling these out. She handed me a ten dollar bill, one of the last she had. She'd been working as a maid at the motel to earn money to live on. I was waiting for our food when someone said, "Hi I'm Tiffany St James. I saw you at Admissions. Are you going to be going to the Academy too?" Frowning fighting back the tears I said, "Probably not. My Momma can't afford the cost of Tuition." "Tiffany, who's your friend?" a man asked her. "I'm Malissa" I held out my hand and he shook it. it was the same man from the reception area of the Admissions office. "Malissa Madison?" "Yes Sir" "Is that for your mother?" he motioned to the Burger. "Yes I'd better get it to her before it gets cold." He handed Tiffany a Twenty Dollar Bill, "Why don't the two of you go across the street and see a movie. I need to talk with Malissa's Mother about applying for tuitions." "My Momma needs all the help she can get right now. If you know some miracle to get me a scholarship I'd really appreciate it." I don't know why but something said trust him. So I followed Tiffany across the road to the cinema at the local shopping Mall. Tiffany said they were going home in the morning as we reached my room. I thanked her for helping me feel better and told her be sure to thank her Daddy for the movie. "Yes, yes we'll be here tomorrow. Yes I'll wait by the phone, thank you. Thank you." "Good news Malissa. Tiffany's father Richard put me in touch with a private tuition grant sponsor. It's called the Jennifer Grant. He thinks you qualify, and said he'd call tomorrow to set up a meeting." I tossed and turned all night, falling asleep around three AM or so. But I woke to the ringing of the telephone in our room. Momma wasn't there so I answered it. "Hello?" "You got it Baby, you got the grant." "Momma where are you?" "You were sound asleep when they called from the school, so Miss Clara said to let you sleep. But you got the grant." "Really," I squealed. "Oh Momma please don't tease me." "Get up and get dressed, I'll be there soon. We have a lot of shopping to do. And we have to get you set up with your Allowance Account. You need uniforms and everything." The grant came with an initial $5000.00 Necessities expense to cover the cost of uniforms and any other items I might need for school. I was to have a minimum of seven knee length pleated pink plaid skirts, seven white button down blouses, three ladies dress ties. Two school jackets with the school logo. Three light pink pull over sweaters also with the school emblem. Two pairs of black patent pumps with two inch heels. Two pairs of tennis shoes for gym class. Three tennis skirts, and tops. I was to have fourteen pairs of white cotton panties, and fourteen white cotton bras three of which were to be sports bra's for gym class. Appropriate after class attire befitting a proper young lady, that was a bit vague. But I had several nice Denim skirts. Also listed was appropriate sleeping attire. And two swim suits for swimming classes. Under other necessities was listed grooming items. Hair brushes, two. Tooth brush, two. Jewelry, pierced earrings, one quarter inch in diameter, silver or silver finish,(No hoops or drops). Modest makeup, eye shadow, liner and Mascara only for Ninth grade. Also light pink nail polish and manicure set. Hair bows, ribbons, clips and head bands as necessary for beauty class. And a book bag, shoulder type. Then there was the list of normal school supplies, notebooks, paper, pencils, pens, ruler, erasers, pencil sharpener. And at the end was listed personal journal. Momma and I were careful shoppers. They'd given us the $5000 up front in cash. And I was to receive my grant Allowance card after I got my school ID. By the time we finished getting everything on the list plus a few more nice clothes we still had just under two thousand left. Momma took me to get my ears pierced. I bit my lip and took the sharp sting. Smiling knowing my Momma was proud of me. The lady who did it asked, "Are you going to the Academy Honey?" "Yes Ma'am." "I have the perfect studs for you then. They meet with Miss Clara's standards." They were quarter inch sterling silver beads. Here's some cleanser for your ears. And you'll want to twist them at least a full turn twice a day for the next four weeks. But don't take them out before then or you'll have trouble getting them back in." Momma was worried because she wasn't able to get me scheduled for a school physical before it started. But Karen in Admissions said that was ok, she'd add me to the list, and I could see the school's doctor. We packed the car on Saturday night. And I went over the list for the thousandth time in two weeks. "Calm down Malissa, you've got everything on the list. Including a purse that wasn't on it. she'd given me a address book with important numbers. Her motel room phone number. The number to the front desk in case of emergency. And the number for the used car dealership where she'd gotten a job. Plus the number for the local Jennifer Grant Trust Fund offices. At about noon on Sunday we turned down the road toward the front gates. Momma had a parental pass stuck on the windshield of the car, and the guard at the gate waved us through. What if they don't like me Momma? What's not to like Baby? Momma? What if I want to leave, if they pick on me because of, you know? Then I'm only a few minutes away, and I'll be right here to pick you up. She pulled into a parking space at the Administration office. "Deep breath, let it out slowly." We got out the car surrounded by strange girls and their parents most seemed to know where they were going. But there were a few who seemed lost. A rather pretty young woman stood on the side walk and began calling off names from a clipboard. I heard my name near the end and bit my lip. Momma urged me forward. That's us Malissa. She looked at me, Name please? M, Malissa Madison. Freshman Dorm F2 room 306. But first stand over here with the other freshmen who haven't gotten your ID's yet. After a few minutes she said, ok Ladies my name is Myra, I'm one the dorm mothers for F2. You'll meet the rest in orientation. Grace, I'll take the first bunch. Parents, we'll meet you at the dorms over there after we get ID's taken care of. Ladies follow me please. Someone touched my elbow, Hi I'm Cassidy, this is Laura, we're roomies. They both smiled. They were holding their new ID's and room assignments. When it was my turn I stood and waited for the flash, then signed the little card before it was taken to be laminated with my picture attached. In the upper left corner was a capitol TG. It was still hot from the laminator when it was handed to me with my room assignment. F2/306. See we told you so, come on let's get our stuff before Tiffany gets here and claims the bed by the door, they giggled. I looked at their ID's and noticed both of theirs had a GG where mine was TG. I think they made a mistake, I said. Let's see? Nope no mistake Miss Myra said. F2/306 Cassidy, Laura, Malissa, and Tiffany Price. Tiffany checked in this morning. Crap. She's already claimed the good bed. Miss Cassidy, young ladies do not use the word Crap in public. Yes Ma'am. Momma helped me carry in my things. And realized I was standing in shock looking at all the other girls running around most half naked in panties and bras. Some only in panties. But there were quite a few in lacey nighties. I only had three pretty nighties, but I'd left them behind thinking I wouldn't be allowed to wear them. In our room Tiffany said, See I told you not to worry. I hope you like being near the window. These two Heifers prefer to be by the door. You guys know each other? We were roomies last year. But Sandra got knocked up over the summer so she's in the single mother housing now. Is this like normal? I mean having a TG in the same room as three GG's? Tiffany gasped, oh my god, you mean you're a GG? Ummm, no? So we're the first room with two and two. They all high fived. Look tiffany said the easiest way to learn to be accepted as a girl is to live with them 24/7. And if they accept you then you gotta accept yourself, right. Beside you don't have anything we ain't already seen before. What about bathrooms and showers? There are doors on the toilets, and shower stalls, but the only real rule we pay attention to is don't leave the room without panties on. Right Silver Spoon? Silver Spoon? She means me, Laura said. I could be in one of those swanky private schools. But no Mommy and Daddy insist I grow up in touch with reality. So here I am livin' it up on the edge. She giggled. And totally loving it. I sat on the edge of my bed watching as they changed into their School uniforms right in front of me. They weren't the least bit shy, and in deed Tiffany was Transgendered like I was. I started to cry, these girls whom I'd just met accepted me as one of them. In my whole life the only one who ever accepted me was my Momma. I had to explain to them why I was crying, and it ended in a hug fest. Hey do you want a bed next to the door? Laura asked. I snuffed back snot, No I really do like being next to a window. Our room had no dividers but it was set up as four separate areas. Each with a bed, wardrobe locker, night stand, and a study desk with a lamp. On our desks, stacked neatly, were our books. All brand new. I'd never seen new text books before. We got thirty minutes till orientation, Tiffany said. Then we go to the dining hall and eat dinner. I discovered that my roommates were all fourteen, where I was fifteen. I'd been set back a year in grade school. But it didn't matter to them, they accepted me as one of them. Come on grab you home room note book and your journal, Cassidy said. We gotta go to orientation. Orientation was in the common room on our floor. My name is Gina, to those of you who are knew here at the Academy that's Miss Gina. The rest of you already know we use proper titles. I am your Dorm Floor Mother. This whole floor is one class. Each of the floors makes up its own class. So as you know that's six classes of forty girls each. There were ten rooms on each floor not including the double room of the Floor mother, or the bathroom and showers. The common room was at the top of the stairs across from the Dorm mothers rooms. We have a new treat for you this year, she pulled a cover off one of the tables. On was lined up in neat order, pretty pink Princess style phones. Each room gets one phone. This is a new privilege, if one of you abuses it, your room will lose its privilege. And yes the number to your phone is matched with your dorm room. Our room phone was 314-553-2306. Wow, my roommates said, last year only the Seniors had Phones, and they had to pay for the installation. I know you're all curious about why you suddenly have this new privilege. After last year's incident it was decided by our founder Miss Clara that every girl needed a way to contact home or other means of crisis intervention. Rayanne Sommers has returned again this year but she is in Myra's Den this year, for those of you who wish to welcome her back. The others involved are no longer with the school. And currently enrolled at the Tri-State Girls correctional institute. So you see it doesn't matter how much money Mommy and Daddy have, We will not tolerate violence or Prejudice of any nature. The phones by the way are a contribution from the Second Sisterhood and the Jennifer Grant Program. Now if there are no more questions I need to see the following Girls, the rest of you may go get ready for Dinner. There were four names called, mine was one of them. We'll wait for you Malissa, my roomies assured me. You four weren't able to get physicals prior to the beginning of school. So we've scheduled you for them this following week. Malissa, you and Rochelle will meet me here tomorrow after social studies. We will going to see Dr. Ashton. Sandy, Holly, you are scheduled for Wednesday to see Dr. Crews at the same time, you two can go get ready for Dinner. Malissa, Rochelle, Dr. Ashton specializes in Transgender Medicine. He's not only a Physician, he's an Endocrinologist. He'll be overseeing and tracking your Hormones to ensure you don't run into any problems. Hormones? They can track that? I asked. Of course they can, didn't they explain that to you when you started your HRT? What's HRT? Gina reached out touching my small budding breasts, aren't those real? They certainly look and feel real. Oww, yes but I'm not on HRT whatever that is. Hormone replacement therapy, answered Rochelle. If you're TG and you aren't taking Hormones, then we definitely need to get you in to see Dr. Ashton as soon as possible. Is your mother available to meet us there? My Momma is staying at the Super Eight. I have the number if you need it. Thank you Honey, I'll call as soon as we're done. Miss Gina? This won't get me kicked out will it? I bit my lip. Her hand caressed my cheek. No Malissa, it just means we have to be extra careful with your dosages, and your Mother has to sign permission for you to start HRT. She saw the look in my eyes, what's wrong Honey? I don't mean to sound rude, but She's my Momma, not my Mother. My Mother didn't want me. She hugged me tight, Malissa, I'll make sure everyone knows that she's your Momma, not your Mother. And by the way, I'm also assigned as your transitional Therapist. We'll meet every week for the next two months then once a month when we're sure the hormone dosages are correct. What's the big hang up about your Momma? Rochelle, you've never been rejected by your birth mother have you? No she's the one who got me into School here, after my Dad left us. Mothers and Fathers can and often are Mommies and Daddies. But for some of us there's a huge difference. And that difference is in the displays of Affection. Oh god, you mean? Yes Malissa was rejected, persecuted even by her birth parents. Yes Malissa I read your file, as well as that of the judge who granted you your name change, he called me after he got your petition to find out if we could help you here. So you see, you're in the hands of people who really care about you. Why would he be that concerned about me? She lifted my chin with her finger tips, to look into my eyes. Because Honey, he's my Daddy. And our story is pretty close to yours, just more in the past. Now you two run along and get changed, I'm sure you don't want to wear uniforms to Dinner on a Sunday night. So what did the Dragon Lady want? Tiffany asked. She's not a dragon lady. She's very nice. I have to go take my physical tomorrow afternoon, and do some tests so they can start me on hormones. What you aren't on hormones? Oh my god, you're actually growing Jugs without them? Tiffany? It was Gina in the hallway outside our open door. Please close the door if you are going to use crude unladylike language. They are Breasts, not Jugs, Hooters, Boy Magnets, Tits, or Face Pillows. Yes Ma'am, sorry Ma'am. Next time it'll be a thousand word essay on how vulgar slang has degraded our society. I made a quick call to Momma to give her my room phone number and tell her that Miss Gina was going to call her. I slipped out of my uniform and into a short skirt and T-shirt, with a pair of strappy sandal type heels. Don't forget your purse, and your ID, they warned me. The dining hall was set up as a cafeteria, each one served Four Dorm buildings. With all the girls and the staff that was fifteen hundred meals a day. There were three dining halls on campus, run by hired help. But most of the workers looked pretty young. They're from the single mothers housing, explained Cassidy. They work here to pay for their expenses, plus they get a regular pay check on top of it as well as schooling at their own pace. Look there's Sandra. I stepped in front of the girl to get my mashed potatoes and gravy. Is this her? She asked Tiffany. Malissa, Sandra. Sandra, Malissa. She gave me extra gravy, I'm glad to see they found someone nice and pretty to replace me this year. Miss Gina followed behind those of us on her floor. They all do that, Laura explained. If one of us misses a meal they have to account for why. So if you are going to miss a meal during the school week you better let them know why. Home room was American History. Boring! We had Social studies after lunch, and after that was Physical Education, aka PE. I'd always hated PE in junior high. But today I wondered what I was missing as six of us rode in one of the school's mini busses to the doctor's office. Momma was there waiting for us. The receptionist handed me a stack of forms to fill out. And Momma was helping me. She'd signed the permission form already to start me on HRT. I was breezing through the questionnaire until it started asking about sexual contact and activity. The nurse noticed the sudden change and nervousness. They wanted to know everything, things I'd never even told Momma about. Ma'am how would you like to see what we do? I'll explain the tests and procedures to you so you won't be so worried. As soon as they left the room Gina took the clipboard from me, just tell me which ones to circle Honey. Have you been sexually active? Yes. Was it consensual? Yes and no Were you ever forced into sex? Yes. Gina drew a circle around the no above and the yes. Did you know the other person? yes Did you report the incident(s)? no. What types of sexual activity were you involved with I pointed to them, and she marked them. Oral, consensual, Anal, forced. I was crying quietly when Momma and the nurse returned. What's wrong Malissa? Honey talk to me. I looked up into her eyes. I'm sorry Momma, I'm not the good girl you think I am. I handed her the clipboard and turned away from her, waiting for her scorn. It didn't come, instead she wrapped her arms around me tight, rocking gently. Baby, you aren't a bad girl. You were curious, like any other girl your age. If wasn't a bad girl, why didn't he settle for the blow jobs? Why couldn't he wait for me to be ready to go farther? Because honey, he didn't love you. All he wanted was sex. If he cared for you any at all he would have waited until you were ready and then he would have done his best to make sure he didn't hurt you. I could tell by her tone that she'd figured out who it was. He'd left me torn and bleeding and barely able to move from the harsh rape. She'd asked and I'd lied saying I'd fallen off a horse. Three days later she'd piled us into the car and took off for Arizona as fast she could drive. My natural hormones were about half of what a natural girls would be at my age, three times higher in the Estrogen and progesterone levels than a natural boys would be. Had I been put on full HRT without being tested Dr. Ashton said I'd have probably died in about a month from the overdoses if he'd given me the androgen blocker and hormones before checking the existing levels. It was enough to scare me into not trying to cheat on the dosages. I started out with the Androgen blocker. We'll check your levels again next week Honey, he said. Then we should know a safe dosage for you to maximize your developments naturally. The next day we had Women's studies in place of PE. Cassidy giggled and said welcome to Health class. We were given homework. A three page essay on breast development. As well as a notice that next Tuesday was Breast Exam day, I broke out crying because everyone else's were twice the size of mine, and I was a whole year older than most of my class. Leave it to Tranny Twit to get emotional about not having Tits to examine, someone said. I never got a chance to see the speaker before I heard the thud of a fist impacting with someone else's face. Miss Kraft, Detention now. Report to your Dorm mother. Laura said it was worth it, nobody calls my roommate a Tranny Twit. Laura got a weeks after school detention for violence. She was put on dishwashing. Rhonda Howard got a week's detention scrubbing toilets and showers for degrading another student, (me) and use of improper and harmful language toward another student and for provoking violence in class. Today in gym we played dodge ball. I think Miss Priscilla conveniently ignored that Rhonda got slammed by everyone in class. Her whole team took a dive, just so they could watch her get creamed by all ten balls at once. It's going to take a lot of concealer to cover her other black eye now. I dreamed about Laura defending my honor. And how it made me happy knowing she cared. I woke up in the middle of the night with a tent in my panties. I slipped on my robe and slippers to go try to relieve myself. But as I passed her bed Laura pulled back her covers and pulled me in next to her, She was naked. Now where do you think you're going? I have to pee, I said as she pushed me back onto her bed. I know you got this dreaming about me, she whispered. And since it's my fault don't you think I should take care of it for you? I was afraid to protest, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I let it happen, she moved over the top of me and thought about all the stories I'd read in Penthouse Forum and in Momma's Play Girl Magazines. Laura, you're a greedy bitch you know that? Tiffany asked when I went back to my own bed, I thought we agreed to share. Will you two shut up. Malissa? Are you ok with what just happened, Cassidy asked? Yeah, it, it was my first time with a girl, I admitted. Suddenly they were all three on my bed. We talked for hours. And then suddenly the wake up bell was ringing. The four of us giggled all day, even though we dragged along from lack of sleep. My roommates had admitted to waiting until I'd gone to sleep before sharing beds. Cassidy and Laura taught me a lot about making love to another girl. It was as beautiful as it was exciting and satisfying. Thursday night tiffany crawled into my bed. No pressure Malissa, I promise. She was cuddling me from behind and I felt her pressed against me. Just think of me as one of the girls. I let out a soft giggle, now that's going to be hard to do with your boner pressing against my ass, I whispered and twisted around in her arms. I'll understand if you don't want to considering what happened to.... I pressed my mouth over hers, slamming my tongue in hard. Her Woody twitching against mine. I, I want you so much, I panted into her mouth. Please don't ruin it by telling me when you're going to cum. I lost control with her slipping into the floor on my knees as her fingers entwined in my hair. I took her all the way into my throat holding her there as I gagged and swallowed. Over and over again. I came up for air, I want you in my mouth, all over my face. Then twisted my mouth around swallowing her again. I felt her swelling in my throat. As I began backing off she blasted into my throat and mouth as I locked eyes with her just as the tip slipped past my lips. It covered my face getting in my eyes. And I kept blinking against the stinging. All the while slurping and smiling looking up into her eyes. Oh my god that was amazing. How the hell did you manage to swallow that whole thing? I giggled as I scooped her cum out of my eyes. You have to want it really bad. Doesn't that sting? Hell yes it stings. You could be a sweetheart and lick me clean. But it was my other two roommates who took care of that. Friday, we had to run twenty laps in PE today. Of all the day's to forget my sports bra. My nipples were so sore. Miss Priscilla called me to her office after class. How do they feel? Are they sore? Y, you mean my breasts? Yes, very, very sore. I was almost in tears they hurt so much. That's a good sign they're growing. Here take off your top and bra, she helped me. Then she took out a tube of Ora-Gel. When that wears off go to the bathroom and put some more on. Here take the tube. I'm surprised Tiffany didn't tell you about the Ora-Gel. I taught her last year. We hurried and changed into our normal clothes, as I was about to leave for the dining hall the phone rang. Miss Madison please. Speaking, may I ask who's calling? This is Karen from Admissions, your Allowance card Arrived today. Could you come sign for it before you go to Supper please? Yes, thank you. I'll be right there. I'd forgotten all about the Allowance card. Now you understand this is actually a credit card? It currently has a three hundred dollar a month limit on it. but anything you don't spend gets added onto the next month's total so it's actually possible to save it up. Don't worry you won't lose any unspent allowance. On the other hand if you go over it gets deducted from your available allowance the next month. Now here's your expenditures register, you are expected to keep track of your own expenses. It helps you to learn how to be financially independent. This says I can use it anywhere or to draw cash from ATM's. Yes you can, even at the local pizza parlor. A lot of girls do that on weekends. I looked inside the register, this must be a mistake. It says here I have a balance of nine hundred. No honey, it isn't a mistake. The monthly amount starts on the first of every month. And each new grant student begins there initial deposit on the first day of their birth month. It was back dated when you were approved. I fought back the excitement. Thank you Miss Karen, I hugged her and stuffed them both into my purse. Then hurried to supper, knowing Momma would be here for me when she got off work. Momma bought me a little wallet to go in my purse. It had a section to hold the ledger, and slotted pockets for cards and such. There was a coin pouch and a section for cash. She showed me how to keep track of my expenses. You write the actual numbers here in the first column. Deposits and expenditures both. This column is for deposits only. And the next is for expenditures. I looked at hers, the first and last column didn't match up. That's because I round up in the last column. It's my way of creating a safety bumper. Just in case I forget something. What's this entry? She smiled, that's another Miracle, Mr. St James helped me get a Parental support grant. It's just three hundred a month. But its letting me rent a real apartment instead of a motel room. And I can afford to get you nicer things when you're here on weekends. Momma all I need on weekends is you. Then I giggled, is that why that foreigner answered when I called your room at lunch time? Oh god baby, I should have told you I was moving into the apartment. I really wanted it to be a surprise. And you even have you own room. Her apartment turned out to be two towns away. It was closer to where she worked now. She was making more money, saving up to help me with my operation when I finished school. But she'd gone out a bought me six frilly lace baby doll nighties for school. On Saturday I told her she really needed new tires on the car. Those are getting pretty thin, I said. And I don't want you getting stranded in bad weather. She promised she would get new tires. And we spent the rest of the day window shopping together. She giggled and said, those guys over there are totally checking you out. I blushed and said no they must be checking her out because she was definitely MILF material. I'm what? She asked. Face it Momma you're totally hot. Sexy. And too young to be my real Mother. So you're a MILF. And just what is a MILF? A young guy at the table next to us leaned over, his hand caressing her butt, A Mom I'd Love to Fuck, he whispered. Young man, please take your hand off my Ass. You probably wouldn't know how to satisfy let alone get me excited. Now piss off and let me finish my private conversation with my Daughter. That was the first time I saw Donnie, he had gorgeous dreamy blue eyes. And they kept drawing mine to him. He was dressed in a Military Academy uniform, momma saw me looking and said, Hey you see some eye candy? He really is kinda cute. Well if it isn't Malissa, what brings you to the mall here? I looked up to see Bambi Pierce, she was in the same Dorm but on the first floor. She looked from me to the boy. O M G you got the hot's for my brother. Shut up Bambi, Twin or not you better not intimidate someone I like. But you just felt up my Momma! I had to get your attention somehow. I mean you wouldn't even look at me before. Is that all I was to you then? A means to meet my Daughter? He blushed, Sorry Ma'am, but yeah I had to meet her. I'm Donnie by the way, Donnie Pierce. He held out his hand. And she's not old enough to date yet, she's only a freshman like us. Besides Daddy and Momma said stop tail hunting and come on to dinner before they cancel our reservations. He stooped quickly and kissed my hand. I'll see you again My Princess. He left a single carnation in my threaded quickly into my hair. And then he was gone. Momma's hand waved in front of my face, It's bad luck to watch them out of sight. I blinked and shook my head gently, What? It's bad luck to watch your true love until he's out of sight. True love? No Momma, it's nothing like that. I don't even know him. She smiled that knowing smile of hers. Not yet sweet heart but you will. We finished eating, and I wore the carnation in my hair the rest of the evening. The mall where she was now living was twice as big as the one near the Academy. The shops had prettier dresses, more expensive too. That's because the Wittmeier Girls Academy is just down the road. And the Boy's Military Academy is just outside of town, she explained. He probably goes to MMA from the uniform he was wearing. On Halloween momma got invited to a mother daughter event at school. I was curious because not everyone got invited. Gina winked at me, yes you are to wear your school uniform. But you'll want to wear your bathing suit under it. the school had put up the non- local mothers in the guest house. there were two girls however who' dads were invited since they didn't have a mother. We were nervous, and I saw Bambi there. She was talking to a girl in her class whose father was invited. I tried to remember the girls name. We were all gathered in the schools pool which had been covered over with a retracting floor. After the dinner, Miss Clara stood and introduced the guest of honor, Miss Julie Newmar. She said how happy she was to be there for the evenings events, then turned it back over to Miss Clara. If everyone would please move to edges while the caterers remove the tables. Once the tables were gone the they folded up the sections of floor covering the swimming pool. Miss Newmar stood at the foot of the low diving board with Miss Gina who held a box. Several older girls, I suddenly realized every one of them was a TG, shed their school uniforms and jumped into the pool. As your name is called you will come forward and receive your pin. Then you will immerse yourself in the waters of the Second Sisterhood to be welcomed by your new sisters. I watched in astonishment as one by one they stepped forward then jumped into the pool. Bambi Pierce, she squealed and kissed her mother then practically ran to the foot of the diving board. It went on, Jennifer Vandine. The other girl walked quickly yet with a regal grace. Two more names were called and then I heard, Malissa Madison. Shaking I hurried, Miss Newmar pinned me. My I can see great things in your future, she said. The water was warm, and made warmer by the hugs of welcome from my new sisters. It was a magical night, I mingled with others like myself and then Bambi sought me out. She giggled, my Mom said I was supposed to give you this. She handed me a folded piece of paper. Malissa, My Lady Fair, Your eyes outshine the clearest morning, and your smile can brighten the darkest of moments. I count the days I sit in the garden searching for that perfect flower that is you. Folded in with the note was a business sized card that read Cadet Sgt. Donnie Pierce, MMA Crap I should have known it was from him. She said. You don't think I'm good enough for your brother? It's not that, it's just. Well we're twins and he always has to horn dog my friends. Except he hasn't chased after anyone since he saw you that day in the mall. Oh, tell me about him. Is he nice? How old is he what's his birthday what's his favorite color? She stepped back and looked straight at me. You're serious? I shook my head yes. He's very nice, he's the same age as me fifteen, we're twins. His birthday is the second of July. No, no way? We share a birthday and we're the same age. Cautiously she said, his favorite color is Blue, like your eyes. He has a thing for blondes. Ahh, you gave her the note didn't you? Ma, Ma'am, I stammered. Vincent said you were quite a stunning young vixen. His words didn't do you justice. I'm Donnie's Mom, Monica Pierce. You know his twin sister Bambi. I'm happy to meet you. I blushed, same here. Mom, can we mingle. Besides she needs to go rescue her own Mom from Mr. Vandine. Bambi, You're being rude. I'm sorry honey I wanted to meet you and see who it was who caught my sons eye for a fleeting moment in time. And then she was gone into the mingling crowd. I saw Momma talking with Mr. Vandine, and she was smiling. My god my momma was actually smiling like I'd never seen her smile before. Hi, I'm Jennifer. Malissa, how long have they been at it? About half an hour now. Oh my lord, not my baby pictures. Daddy, please don't. He slipped the pictures away again. So what have you been up to? Momma asked me. I got a little note from that boy in the mall. His mother delivered it by way of his sister. But I don't think they approve of me. Oh, which one's his mother, Mr. Vandine asked. Monica Pierce, Dad. You know Pierce, Pierce and Crouch? Oh, you don't want to get mixed up with him honey, he's a love em', and leave em' playboy. He's had more girlfriends than you can count. Oh, so that would make me just another notch on his bedpost. I hate to say it Princess, but yes I'm afraid so. Mr. Vandine was brutally honest. I started chatting with Jennifer and we began to laugh about things. Around eleven the party began to break up, I ran into Miss Newmar again just before we left. Don't give up on him sweetie, if he sent you his card, he's serious about you. What? He sent you a note with his card, but his mother and sister don't approve. All I'm saying is don't give up on love. We walked our parents back to their rooms. Malissa? I'm a bit embarrassed to ask you this, but do you have a condom or two I could borrow? What? Momma, after all the times you badgered me about always keeping some in my purse just in case. I know Baby, I just never thought I'd meet anyone I wanted ever again. I smiled and took out four of the six I'd gotten in health class. If he makes you happy Momma,, Oh god, baby I don't want to make things awkward for you. Momma, stop worrying about me. I haven't seen you this happy since, well never. You made me happy, now it's your turn to be happy. I'll see you in the morning at breakfast. And I want details. She smacked my bottom playfully. You better get back to your room so he can visit. As I stepped out into the hall, Jennifer was standing at the door to her father's room. For heaven's sake, here that's all I have. Now go rock her world. I think you both deserve some happiness for a change. Just go slow, and remember, you don't need my approval or Malissa's. this is between the two of you. I waited near the door for her, I think we just gave our parents the same speech, I said. You don't mind my Daddy boinking your mom's brains out? I giggled, I told her to rock his world and not to worry about us. Then I had to give her a handful of condoms. Giggling she said, my Daddy asked if he could borrow some from me too. Ewwwwwww, we giggled. used condoms, I hope they don't think we want them back. What are you two doing out here this late? Oh sorry I trust your parents are safe in their rooms. I hope not, Jennifer said. Well I hope your Dads safe with my Mom anyway. Dad hasn't had sex in a long time. God I hope my Momma doesn't break him. Oh it's you two. Should have known. Don't worry we won't let anybody disturb them. Including you two. Now come along I'll walk you to your dorm. The next morning they weren't in their rooms. We found them in the dining hall holding hands over a cup of Coffee while their breakfast got cold. Everyone was staring at them. We both sat down next to them. Good morning. Yes it is. Did you two have fun last night? We sure did. Can I have a puppy Daddy? Sure honey get us a fresh cup too. Momma I got knocked up last night in a gangbang. Not blinking or looking away from him she said, I heard you honey. But I doubt you got knocked up or had a gangbang. What? He stammered. And we giggled. You said I could have a puppy. Don't be absurd you're allergic to dogs. Momma was blushing, that won't stop you from my favorite position I hope. Then she kissed him a said Rrrrruff. Miss Clara came over with her Coffee, she never sat with students. Excuse me. Clara, to what do we owe this pleasure, he asked? Sorry to interrupt what's becoming quite a show of affection. But I need a favor from the Jennifer Grant. He was suddenly all serious. Just ask. One of our eighth graders lost her state funding. And without a grant she won't be able to stay here. she'll be put back in the state home. And I'd hate to see that happen to someone who qualifies. Jennifer? He said. You're talking about Constance Doe aren't you? Yes, dear. I've seen her grades. For a thirteen year old I think she needs to be in ninth grade. Really? I thought so too she's already doing advanced classes. Ma'am. I'm down a Roommate already, I'll sign the ok if you move her into ninth grade and put her in that empty bed. What about your other roommates. Sookie won't mind. And Bambi won't cross me. Jennifer looked at me, you don't know anything ok? Sure, but Damn this is so huge. I promise. I crossed my heart. Come on we'll go see Karen and I'll sign the forms. She made a come here motion to Tiffany. Malissa is in on the secret. God it's so good to not be the only one who knows who you are. So what's up with your Dad and Malissa's Mom? Did they get down and dirty last night? I smacked her arm, Tiffany! Personally I hope the hell they did more than that, I think it'd be nice to have a sister for a change. And daddy stopped dating women who were trying to get at his money. Jennifer? Malissa, your Momma isn't like all those others. She didn't know he had money until Miss Clara interrupted them. And I really want to know what it's like to have a Momma who cares about me. So like what are you saying? She's saying she wants your parents to hook up permanently you dip. Look I just want my Daddy to be happy. And your Momma makes him happy. That's all I want for my Momma too. Jennifer looked up from the papers at Karen. Staring straight at her. Not a word Karen. Not one word. You got it Honey. Jennifer turned around and hugged me. I always wanted a big sister. Of course it might be nice to have a little one too. just not too much older or younger. I've had my fill of older sisters, but younger ones I can corrupt would be cool. As we closed the office door behind us Tiffany asked, Jennifer Vandine what the hell was that all about? She smiled remember you promised, operation Mommy and Daddy combined with operation Little sister. I was ready when Momma called the next week to ask if it was ok with me if she visit with Jennifer's Dad. He called to ask Jennifer the same question. On the following weekend though they both showed up at the same time. They were holding hands and momma was smiling still. Jennifer hugged her daddy while I hugged my momma, and they still held hands. Daddy, I want to see it, please. She looked up at Momma smiling then reached for her hand. The instant sparkle flashed bright in the sunlight. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Momma's neck. You got me a Momma for my Birthday, thank you Daddy. I giggled, Can I have a pony? What? No you may not have a Pony, Momma answered. I was teasing Momma, thank you for getting me a real Daddy for Christmas. But I really think this is one present I want early. Your birthday's not until next week honey, so I figure this will give my girls time to find dresses. Dresses? Yes Honey, I can't get Married without Brides Maids can i? We giggled, and I squealed. Jennifer, you're going to be off all next week, and we were thinking that maybe since Constance hasn't got any family to go to, she might like to come home with us. And of course she'll need a brides maid dress, we don't want her to feel left out. Tiffany's Daddy was the Best Man, and Jennifer, Connie, Tiffany and I were Momma's Brides Maids. They had the ceremony at the school, they wanted to get married where they met. Of course 24 hrs was a huge rush to get our dresses ready. They took off on their short honeymoon. Then came back on Wednesday to pick us up for the Thanks giving holiday. Excuse me Miss Myra knocked on Jennies Door. I was told to bring Constance to the administration office. Why? We're getting ready to leave. All I know is I'm supposed to have her there in ten minutes to meet a couple who applied for adoption. We were all of us shocked, No Jennifer said. Look I'm sorry but Karen has a court order to have her present to meet the prospective couple. There was a growing crowd of girls following behind us. At Karen's office we said look if we don't like them they aren't taking her anywhere, Jennifer and I said. Momma and Daddy were standing there as we pushed our way into the office. Daddy, someone is trying to adopt Connie, Jennie said. Yeah you can't let it happen, I agreed. But Malissa, you asked for a Pony so we decided to get you both a little sister. Momma had her arms wrapped around Connie already. Jennifer wheeled around on Karen, You knew! You knew and you let me go through all that hell on the way over here! Karen Smiled, yes I knew. But I figured I'd show you that I can play hard ball too. The garage was huge big enough for six cars. There were eight bedrooms in the house. four upstairs and three plus the master bedroom down stairs. The kitchen was humongous. Momma's old Barracuda was parked in the Garage, I ran my hand across it lovingly. You're getting old girl, but you still have a lot of miles left. I'll get you those new tires. Don't worry. I won't let them scrap you. I heard someone in the kitchen. A large black woman stepped back and looked me up and down. Why you must be Miss Malissa, right? Yes'm, but who might you be? Anna, Jennifer squealed from the other doorway and ran to hug her. Malissa this is Anna. She helped Daddy raise me. Hi Anna, I'm glad to meet you. Same here, now tell me did you start the coffee? Yes Ma'am. Goll darnit, that's about all the Mrs. Will let me do in the kitchen. And here you've done, done it. I'm Sorry, I didn't know. Good morning Anna, I see you've met Malissa. Connie's in the bathroom, she'll be down in a minute. Anna got Momma a cup of Coffee, Mmmm, nice. Momma looked at me. If you're going to be in charge of the coffee on Anna's days off you better learn to make it her way. Momma winked at Anna, who pulled out the pot and did something over the top then poured a fresh cup to hand to Daddy as he stepped through the door. Connie came in right behind him. What's for breakfast? I don't know what do you know how to cook? Momma asked. It's alright I don't mind fixin' up something. Anna, remember our agreement. I want my girls to be self-sufficient. You can lend constructive advice but they do their own cooking. With the exception of the big meal. I just love your sweet potatoes. But you need to spend it with your family not here serving ours. Are you sure you can't convince them to come join us? Daddy what would you like for Breakfast? I asked. Fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, biscuits, gravy and sausage. But if you aren't up to it I'll take a bowl of Cereal. This may take a while, Connie said. Daddy smacked Momma's butt. Then we'll wait out on the patio with a cup of coffee. She giggled and grabbed up her cup following him outside. I started looking through cabinets. Anna? Who set up this kitchen, I mean did you set it up or did Momma come in and Change it? We compromised on a few things. She set up the pots and pans and the spices. I smiled, thank you. Jennie you chop up the potatoes, and I'll get the Onions. I pulled out Momma's Cast Iron skillet and put it on the stove. Turning on the burner I crossed to the refrigerator. Taking out a roll of sausage and a slab of bacon. After a moment I put the bacon away. She watched as I opened the roll of sausage dropping it into the pan. Child, you're going to ruin that skillet. I ignored her as I let the meat start sizzling on low. I took out the ingredients for biscuits and turned on the oven. I noticed the bird was already in the top oven. Jennifer just looked at the potatoes. What do I do? Connie grabbed a knife, and started peeling, Jennie why don't you take over cracking the eggs into a bowl. With this many I figure a dozen and a half. I had the biscuit mix done and paused to stir and crumble up the sausage. Then turned back to rolling out the biscuits. Connie was now chopping up potatoes, I looked over in the sink. Yeah that should be enough. Jennifer was busy picking egg shells out of the bowl. I slammed the big baking sheet of biscuits into the oven and turned up the heat under the big skillet. As soon as the sausage was done I had Connie add the potatoes. Then started on the onion's. I lit a candle and put a slice of bread in my mouth. Here let me do that, Connie said. Do you know how to grate cheese? Jennie reached in the fridge and pulled out a package of pre grated cheddar. When the onions, sausage and potatoes were done, I scooped them out into a big bowl then we scrambled the eggs. They only took a few minutes. Next I strained the grease off the stuff in the bowl and turned up the heat a little more. Anna was sitting on the edge of her chair now watching. I added the flour a little at a time constantly stirring browning the flour. When it was ready I began adding the milk, pausing to add salt and pepper. Girl where'd you learn to cook like that? I smiled From my Momma, here tell me if it needs anything. Just a biscuit or two she grinned. Then she about had a heart attack as I up ended the bowl into the gravy and stirred it all together. Then added the cheese. I had Jennifer carry out the plates and silverware. And Connie carried out the platter of biscuits. Momma was smiling, when Anna sat down with us she said, didn't I tell you my girls could handle it? Well I wasn't exactly sure what to expect but it do look pretty good. And yes Ma'am Malissa sure knows how to make gravy. Daddy broke his biscuits apart, are these homemade? They surely are, I watched Malissa whip em up her own self. He scooped out the mixture onto his plate, now this reminds me of my years in the Army. He took a big bite. Dig in girls, we got us a breakfast cook. There wasn't anything left over, but everyone was full. Momma had cooked two turkeys with stuffing. And she and Daddy left to take Anna home. Right after they left Jennie started feeling sick. In a few minutes she was doubled up in pain. Her face was white and she had a high fever. She said the pain was coming from the left side of her groin area. Oh shit, Connie call a ambulance. I did it just rings. I grabbed the keys to Momma's Barracuda off the hook, Get our Purses. I picked Jennie up in my arms and carried her to the passenger seat. Connie get in. I pushed the garage door button and started the car. Halfway to the hospital we passed Momma and Daddy going toward home. But I didn't stop I didn't know how much longer Jennie could hold on. When we screeched to stop in front of the emergency room she seemed to be almost lifeless until someone tried to move her then she screamed in pain. Get her to the OR, we have a burst appendix. Move damnit. I turned to look at the cop who'd been trying to stop me for the last ten or so blocks. God kid you can drive that thing? Momma and Daddy showed up, What happened? Where's Jennie and Connie? Jennie's on her way to the OR, Connie's probably thanking god she wasn't killed by my driving. Why didn't you call an ambulance? No time and no answer when we did try. You did the right thing, you got her here safely. Jennie came through surgery ok they managed to catch it just before it actually burst. The newspaper picked up the story, and then it was on TV news once. I woke up to Daddy in the hallway, I don't care you are not ever going to see her. You threw her away and it took me too many years to get her out of that hell hole you put her in. so you just go get your lawyers and we'll see how far you get. Who was that that Daddy was arguing with? I was asking Momma. But it was Jennifer who answered. That was my Dear, heartbroken pathetic excuse for a Mother, the infamous Jocelyn Vandine. The Evil Bitch. The next day she came back with a phalanx of lawyers. But Daddy was ready for her. Look I just want to see my Daughter, she screamed. Of course there were news camera's there. Ms. Vandine? Would that be the Daughter that you swear in paragraph C that you never had and never wanted? Or the Son, that you Swore to never attempt to Contact in Paragraph A and B. we have the child's birth certificate right here, that shows mother refused to be identified with child. Look you asshole that's my son in there, he's been warped into thinking he's a girl. We'll make all these legal documents available to the press showing that you have withdrawn all claims to any child anywhere. And state that you never had a child. Daddy stepped forward and handed one of the lawyers something. After he read it he grabbed her by the arm. We have to go now! This is over, he practically dragged her out of the hospital. Wow Daddy what did you tell them? I reminded them of a certain clause, where in it states that if she attempts to make contact with the child she claims never to have had, her estate will forfeit twenty million for each hour until such time as her estate is bankrupt or she withdraws any further attempts. I wrote in the time she arrived yesterday. That was twenty five hours ago? Jennie grinned. Holy shit, you mean she just forfeited five hundred million dollars? Yes and it all goes into Jennifer's trust fund which also funds the Jennifer grants. She thinks I got rich using the Money she used to pay me off so I'd stop making a scene about her putting Jennifer in an institution while I was in the Army. I haven't touched a penny of it. and Jenifer only touches what she needs to keep the grants going. That was the first time that Her being the Jennifer behind the Grants was mentioned in front of Connie. You, you're like filthy rich? No, I just have some money. Daddy has his own and he set me up with a trust fund. So since I consider everything from my mother to be tainted blood money I use it to do good things for others like me. And that reminds me, Daddy said. I need to change the status of yours and Malissa's credit accounts. Jennie was released from the hospital on Saturday, and we had moved her things down to one of the spare bed rooms so she wouldn't have to climb the stairs. I noticed Daddy in his den, sitting at a drafting table. I brought him a fresh cup of coffee, so what are we looking at? Blue prints for a new shopping mall. He eyed me curiously, have you ever seen real blue prints? Not for a building. Are they anything like the ones they make up for Guns? You've seen weapons blue prints? My Father, was a Master Gun Smith. I could probably make one from scratch just from memory. He flipped all the way to the last page. The rest of this thing is pretty sound, but I've found a couple of problems with this basement level. Do you know load bearing equations? You mean this one here that shows the strength of the columns? Yes, and this shows the projected weight of the upper levels. I scrunched my eyes furrowing my brows, then traced the lines on the paper. He studied me as I studied the page. This one here and this other one over here won't support the weight. Not once you add whatever the shops above are going to sell. And that means this whole section will collapse in on itself. Daddy you have to fix this before they build it! He hugged me, I already have. And just so you know, this shop here is where you and your Momma, and sisters jewelry comes from. But, if it's been fixed why were you staring at it? It's calming to look at and know that I fixed someone else's mistake and saved a lot of grief for others. I was a fresh out of the Army Engineer, and I was working for the company that was building the Mall. They fired me when I started warning them it had to be changed. But enough people saw and understood how dangerous it was. So now I own my own company and I do a lot of Engineering Consultations. That was the first time I ever saw those blue prints that would later play an important role in my life. Connie and I went back to school on Sunday, promising to bring Jennifer's home work to her the next weekend. We helped her get caught up and she insisted on going back with us. She refused to be bedridden. Damn she was stubborn, but thankfully she healed fast and let us help. We got out the week before Christmas, two whole glorious weeks at home with Momma and Daddy. No, it isn't two weeks at home. We always go skiing between Christmas and New Year's, Jennifer informed Connie and I. On Saturday I found Daddy in the garage winterizing his pretty BMW. He looked up from under the hood. I was just about to start Tuning up your Momma's old car. I thought maybe she got rid of it when you bought her the Mustang, I admitted. Now why would she do that? she promised it to you, when you got your license didn't she? Yes sir, I smiled. She tells me you're pretty good with a wrench, Wanna help? I popped the hood open. Why don't you go put on a pair of jeans, so you don't get your skirt dirty? I looked down at my skirt. You'll wait till I get back? He crossed his heart, I promise. Momma was in the kitchen teaching Jennifer and Connie how to make Gravy, and Glaze a Ham. I skipped happily up to my room and changed into my favorite faded stained Denim Skirt, and a ratty old T-shirt, and my old strappy sandals with the two inch heels. They gave me the extra height needed to get up over the engine. Malissa? Where are you going? Momma asked as I skipped through the kitchen. I'm going to help Daddy tune up the Bitch. Connie and Jennifer giggled. I really wish you'd give her a different name Sweetheart. I laughed, you named her not me. I was through the door and into the Garage. Isn't it a bit chilly in here for that outfit? Besides you'll get grease all over that pretty skirt. I always wear this when I'm working on the Bitch, I told him. I caressed the fender, isn't that right Baby? He started to help, but then stood back and watched me work. Daddy, if you have all that money why do you still do your own oil changes and tune-ups? Because this way I know it's done right and I know enough to check a real mechanic's work if I need one. I took out the plugs and gapped the new ones before replacing them. Then I popped off the distributor cap and got to work on the points and condenser. I set the old ones aside, then adjusted the new ones. Bumping the engine until they were fully open. He handed me a feeler gauge. And I used it, then got a match book out of the console. What's that for? He asked. Another five miles to the gallon on the highway, and about eighty more RPMS of surge on takeoff. She'll pop up out of the hole faster and not fishtail as bad from a stand still. I see, he said. I started it and adjusted the timing by ear. When I shut it down I said I think she has a bad plug wire. I ran them down checking each one, but couldn't find it. Start her up again he said and turned out the lights. Holy crap we could use her for the Christmas tree. The wires were arcing all over the engine. She needs a new set, I've patched those so many times they're way to short anyway. He smiled, I got a set over on the work bench. When they were on and I had the timing readjusted again he said she runs so smooth. You really know your way around a car. Thank you Daddy. I hugged him tight. Fighting back the urge cry. Did you bring your learners permit home from school with you? It's in my purse. My excitement was growing. I really want to get some new tires on her just in case your Momma has to drive her. Well I wouldn't want her driving her now she has two bent rims that we couldn't afford to replace. I plan on doing that when I get my license. Tell you what, I'll buy you the tires and a set of whatever rims you want, after we grab a sandwich. How's that sound Princess? My heart fluttered and I had to catch my breath, oh my god I thought. He just called me Princess. I was still flushed as we entered the kitchen. Momma was looking at me funny, I wolfed down a sandwich. Slow down Princess, it happened again. I was now Daddy's Princess. You can drive, and I'll let you pick them out, and you can bargain for them too. but I'm paying for them ok? I hopped into his lap and hugged him, then I kissed his cheek. I know just what I want Daddy. I rushed up the stairs to change. What did you do? I've never seen her so giddy. I told her I'd buy her new tires and rims for the Barracuda, whatever she wanted. No that wouldn't raise that kind of reaction. Wait, you calle