Claires Awakening 13 Punishing Pupils
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Claire's Necklace Chapter 1 free porn video
"Finally Friday," I mumbled to myself as I turned into my driveway.
My job wasn't physically challenging, but it could certainly be
stressful. As the owner of the largest law firm in Tennessee, I'd often
work late into the evening and sometimes from home as well. Weeknights
were generally consumed by paperwork. But completing my work during the
week allows me to have free time during weekends.
I am 40 years old and in rather good shape. Working behind a desk
doesn't help much, but I try to stay as active as I can. I begin my
morning routine with a jog around the 6-acre lake behind my house. And I
have a workout room in my house that I try to visit when I can. I'm not
Superman by any means, but I can hold my own.
I park in the garage and step out of my Silverado. I try to be humble.
Sure, my house is well above average and my truck has all the bells and
whistles I could ask for, but on the outside, it doesn't look any
fancier than the average vehicle. My suits are no more expensive than
the ones worn by my employees. I'm not one to flaunt my money. If you
were to see me in public, you would likely assume that I am just as
average as anyone else.
My family, on the other hand, is quite spectacular. The love of my life
Kristen is the best thing that's ever happened to me. At 38 years old,
she is gorgeous. She stands around 5'7 with golden blonde hair just past
her shoulders and blue eyes that stand out in a crowd of a thousand
people. Her demeanor is kind and caring and welcoming. She is very
petite - probably about 115 pounds or so. She couldn't intimidate a
small child if she tried. She greets me at the door with a warm smile as
I walk in.
"How was work, honey?" She asks in her sweet soprano. My exhausted
expression answers her question. "Well now you have the whole weekend to
relax," she said taking my blazer off for me. Dinner will be ready in a
few minutes."
"She's making our favorite," a voice behind me caught me by surprise.
My daughter, Claire, is fourteen and looks just like her mother. She's
shorter, at only 5 feet tall, and her golden hair is longer, halfway
down her back with youthful curls, but she has those same blue eyes and
nearly the same, ever-smiling face on the same petite frame. This is
what made all the long hours worth it. At the end of the day, I always
come home to my beautiful, loving family. This is what keeps me going,
not the money.
Claire did inherit one trait from me however: her taste in food.
"Oh! The lasagna?" I asked, finally feeling a bit of excitement after my
long week.
"Yes, I'm about to take it out now," said Kristen.
I hugged the two and headed to the downstairs bathroom to clean up. As I
returned Kristen and Claire appeared to be speaking softly to one
another and stopped rather abruptly when they noticed my presence. I
didn't think much of it.
As I fixed my plate, I noticed that Claire kept glancing over at me
seemingly expectantly. When I was done, she fixed her plate and hurried
upstairs. I prepared a plate for myself and joined my wife at the table.
"What's with her? She doesn't want to eat with us?" I asked before
taking a bite of lasagna. "Wow, this stuff is good."
"She's just excited for tomorrow. She's been upstairs planning since she
got back from school."
"Tomorrow?" I asked before eating another bite.
"Yes, the party."
I responded with a blank stare.
"Dave, tell me you didn't forget her birthday."
It clicked in my head. September 19th! I almost forgot tomorrow is my
daughter's birthday.
"No! Of course not. I just forgot about the party. Now I remember."
She stared cautiously at me.
"Dave...you know her birthday is today? Did you tell her Happy Birthday
before you left this morning? Or at all for that matter?"
Shit. I'm in trouble.
I stood up, leaving the second half of my meal on the table and went
upstairs. I felt terrible. Had I really been so consumed with work that
I had forgotten my daughter's birthday? I knocked on Claire's door
before hearing a soft, "Come in." As I walked in, I noticed her lying
down awkwardly with apparent refusal to look me directly in the eyes.
Her makeup was a bit smeared. Had she been crying?
"Hi, Daddy." Her voice shook a bit as she spoke.
"Hey baby. How was school today?" I asked as gently as I could.
"It was fine."
"Well are you excited about your party tomorrow, Birthday Girl?" She
seemed to loosen up as I asked, but she likely knew that her mother had
reminded me.
"Yeah, I guess. I invited Kylie and Jennifer over. And Brandon.
"Brandon?"
"Yeah, he's the guy I'm seeing."
"Oh, well I can't wait to meet him."
The next day I was prepared. I was going to make it up to Claire. I was
going to get her the perfect birthday gift. I got dressed and left for
the mall. I wanted to be there when all the stores opened so I could
have plenty of time.
The mall was rather crowded for 9 AM. Upon arriving, I realized I had
absolutely no idea where to even begin. Every store looks the same. I
tried 3 or 4 stores to no avail. I was clueless. What kind of clothes to
teenage girls even like? Sure, I had seen her a million times in a
hundred different outfits, but what made her prefer one color or design
over another? Well, her favorite color is purple, so I tried my luck at
a rather expensive purple dress from Macy's and headed for the exit.
I had reached the parking lot and was walking toward my truck when I
noticed a small elderly woman staring at her car and scratching her
head. I took a moment to observe the old beat-up sedan. Her tire was
flat. I decided that I could spare a few minutes, so I walked over to
assist.
The woman was definitely old. She was short and her eyes were milky and
glassy. I wondered how she could see anything at all, much less drive.
Her nose was long and scarred. Wrinkles upon shadowed wrinkles littered
her face beneath her eyes and around her nose and mouth. She spoke with
a creaky groan that somewhat startled me.
"Thank you for stopping to check on me. It seems I have a flat tire. But
it's an issue for another time. I'm late! I need to open the store! I'm
losing business by the minute!" She started towards the entrance.
"But how will you drive home? Is there someone who can come and help you
when you leave work?"
"Not that I can think of. But as I said, this is an issue for later!"
"Nonsense! You can go into work and I will stay here and change your
tire for you, if you'll allow it."
"Oh, such a gentleman. I suppose that would be helpful. Here are my
keys. Please bring them to me when you're finished. Thank you!"
"Not a problem, ma'am."
The old lady walked off and into the mall. I stayed and completed my
work. It was quick, really. A task I had done a hundred times. I was
finished in just a few minutes.
I walked into the mall when the realization hit me that she never told
me which store she works in. Beginning to get frustrated, I began
walking through the mall, hopeful that I would stumble across her store
and see her. I took about 5 steps when I felt a hand brush my shoulder.
Turning around I saw the old lady.
"Oh good, you've finished! Thank you so much, young man. Why don't you
come and visit my store? I'll sell you anything you want for half-
price!"
I smiled. "You're sweet, but no thank you. I need to get home. Today is
my daughter's birthday!"
"A birthday you say? Well I'm sure we can find her just the perfect
gift! Come with me!"
I hesitated but agreed to follow the old lady. Maybe she can help with
my lack of teen knowledge.
She turned and began walking into a store just next to the entrance
doors. There were no signs to display a store name and I had walked past
this place twice today and never noticed its existence. We entered the
shop and the lady walked around the counter. I looked around. I wasn't
quite sure of the theme. In one area, I noticed a rack of clothes with
T-shirts and shorts and skirts, but next to this were shelves with old-
looking dishes and silverware and other antiques. Across the room were
unclothed mannequins and bird cages and even some older computer
screens. This was definitely a strange store.
"How old is little Claire turning today?"
"Fif-" Did I mention her name? "...teen."
"Oh, wonderful! I've got just the thing for your fifteen-year-old! She
reached below the counter. I swear I could hear the sound of her bones
creaking like a rusted car door. She stood back up holding a necklace.
"She will love it! I can personally guarantee that you will be giving
her exactly what she wishes for today!" I held it and observed. It was a
small, delicate silver chain with a dime-sized heart-shaped bright
purple gem dangling from it. It was rather enticing.
"Well, she does love purple!" I said, rather excitedly. "And it will
match her new dress! How much?"
"Oh, that's on the house! Go make your daughter's day!"
This thing must be worth hundreds of dollars. "Wow! No, I can pay for it
really!"
"Nonsense! Now begone! And thank you again for your assistance!"
I left the mall and headed home, thankful for the good karma I had just
received. Hopefully this will make things better with Claire.
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