Daddy Issues Memoirs Chapter Two Pardon My French Teacher
With her head turned over her shoulder, her bold amber colored eyes peeped at me from under her red bangs. Her penetrating stare was emphasized by the carbon black pencil lines that made her look like a cat – trying to persuade a dog to follow its steps into trouble. I was that dog. “Sex Shop” spelled the neon lights, in a red that was just as shameless as the length of Siara’s front zipped dress. In her buckle strap heels she tiptoed up the steps and disappeared through the door. Cautiously...