The Pack and a Girl
"Kristy, honey, could you get the Peterson file for me?" Daddy asked, looking up from his desk."Sure," I grumbled. I hated working for my dad at the kennel. All my friends gotto run around after school. My dad, on the other hand, thought this would be apositive experience for me, and insisted that I spend some hours after school and on the weekends working in the family business. I figure he also had a secondary motive. Puberty was beginning to influence my eight teen year old body, so my pert...