Buying Time
"What are you doing to my dad", a young girl’s voice screamed from behind me. It startled me and stopped my fist in mid swing as I jerked around towards the intruder. Standing in the doorway was a cute girl of about eighteen dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform of tan slacks and a white blouse. "What are you doing to my dad", she asked again with a fearful tremor in her voice."You must be Amanda", I greeted her as if I wasn't just about to beat her father senseless for embezzling a...