Daddy Andy

I was still completely stunned as I rode my bike to school. Sixteen and no car was bad enough in terms of a social ladder but lets face it, as much as I wish I could be peppy enough for a cheerleader or cared enough to support my school in sports I just didnt have that mind set. I had my own group of friends. Some from the weird group as well as some acquaintances from the popular group. I dressed different in my 'oldies' clothes as everyone that knows me likes to call them but an old soul loves what it loves.

Locking my bike up and walking up to the main school entrance I was met by my standard group of friends; Victoria (Torie), Danielle, and Suzie Q. Huddled around our group of lockers, aimlessly talking as we procrastinated getting our books for the first set of classes the warning bell rang. Did we run? No. Yes, we were that group of kids always late. Torie and I had Math first with the most spazic and hyper teacher at eight in the morning. Her life literally revolved around Math. I suppose I could tell you what went on this class but I barely understood it so Torie and I basically threw candy at each others heads and whispered jokes till class ended.

Art. This year I had Choir for third period. Band; my love of all classes. Then lunch. Now lunch was loud. Hilarious. And never seemed to last longer enough. English. Computers/Co-op. Then I was free seventh period to go home. As I was riding home I couldnt help but get nervous. Of course this wasnt the first dream I had about 'daddy' and I but it was the first time he I guess saw the aftermath of it. I might be jumping to conclusions, I dont even know how long he was there or if I said anything in my sleep.

Closing the garage I noticed I was the only one home. I exhaled in relief. Threw my bag on the kitchen island, grabbed a water from the fridge and a banana from the basket for a snack before I started my homework. Today was Wednesday and I had nearly three hours to get everything done before I had to go to training. I was diagnosed two years ago with Anorexia Norvosa- fear of getting fat; and pleaded with my parents to get me a trainer instead of sending me to some hospital. My mother asked if I would like to join her in her Yoga...I dont do yoga. Its too, boring. I need movement and chaos. I guess she wouldve like it since her and I dont have too much in common. Or rarely see each other. Shes always out trying to make her singing career go Platinum. Dont get me wrong, Love my mother, she has talent but I just dont think she should still be trying after how many years now. She made a couple of hits but was never as big as my father or uncles. I admired her persistence though.

I was reading into my English assignment/ project when the door opened. By this time, I migrated to the couch and had my legs bent to my chest leaning on the armrest while some oldies lightly played in the background. Absentmindedly, tapping my foot I heard the footsteps coming closer. Then the door opened again and here they all came. The Uncles are on the move! Chuckling as I heard them talking about the old days of, Rock and Roll, Sex, and peanut butter?! I scrunched my face at the odd topic.

"AH!" I screamed and gripped the couch spreading my arms and legs to stay on. Looking at my side was Uncle Coma smiling at me with his hands under his chin as he sat cross legged beside the couch. I pursed my lips at him and squinted my eyes, huffing a breath to show my annoyance. "L, hunny, dont do that it makes you look old." He said frowning. I hit him on his head with my paperback. "Dont scare me then with your hyperactive tendencies." I sneered. I swung my legs to the side of him and went to get up but he caught me and flung me over his shoulders. "Uncle Coma! You put me down this instant!" Smacking him everywhere and with everything. I bounced with his steps as he entered the kitchen. "Hey...um Lys' Ass..." Uncle Jock (Jake) said unsure and laughing. "Looks like cousin It from over here", mentioned Uncle X.

"Come on Uncle Ash-Bash, what you've got?" I said provoking him as I laid limply over Uncle Comas shoulder still, leaning on my hand to see everyone. "I thought he was wearing you. My bad." Ash-Bash calmly stated as if it was nothing new. It wasnt. It was always someone throwing me over their shoulder as they made their way into the house to get comfortable. Coma sat me down on the island, my legs on either side of him. I turned to Ash-Bash, "What you mean, 'Wearing me?" I smirked. They all started laughing. I didnt get it. "One day, we'll discuss this, but you're still not ripe enough yet." Ash-Bash snickered back to me as he poked my side. "You do know I'm Sixteen now right? Not Four." I protested. I jumped off the island, gathered my studies and exited as they all whispered amongst themselves 'yes, we know.' 'it was like it was just yesterday she was born'. I dropped my things on my bed and went to go change for training when something striked me. My dairy, was moved. Moving as if in slow motion towards it I was terrified. What if someone read it? What if my father read it? What if my MOTHER read it?! I decided I'd look into it later before I was late. I hid it under my mattress and quickly changed into my leg warmers, shorts, and three layers of shirts; bra, tank, t-shirt and longsleeve.

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"Come on Elle, dig deeper!" Vyktor barked into my ear. I was currently doing tire flips and I was getting tired. I pushed harder though cause once I passed that line I could stop.

"UGH!!!" One final grunt from me and I was done. I stood up straight, sweating more than anyone should next to a man like him. I was so shy when I first started working with him. Our training consisted of dance and bodybuilding. Odd combo I know but I myself am odd. He walked over to me and gave me a hug smiling and we had a light laugh at my 'vyktory'. We took a half hour break before launching into dance workouts, which were more like dance sessions. I think hes the one that broke me into my sexual fantasies. As for my father being the main star in them, I think that goes back to puberty. He had it all. Looks, voice, charisma, smile...I guess I started daydreaming because I snapped to Vyk waving his hand in front of my face.

"Welcome back." He chuckled. "Want to start our first session of salsa?" I bit my lip. Isn't that where were pressed close? My eyes widened at the thought. I just nodded slowly. An hour later my leg was lifted to his ear with his hand under my knee sliding itself further down. I couldnt hold back my responsiveness. I blushed when he just held me in that position. My hands were pressed up against his face in the 'passion' phase. I didnt want to open my eyes. But when his thumb brushed my bottom lip I couldnt stop the fluttering of my eyes or the stuttering of my breath.

"I love how responsive you are. And yet, I wonder." I tilted my head to what he was going on about when he brought our lips together in a slow, light kiss. He had been my trainer for years now and now I was at a loss for words. Needless to say passion was easy after that.

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As I was waiting outside for my ride my phone buzzed.

"Hey chicky! Did you enjoy your trainer tonight?" Torie as if she somehow knew what happened in less than a days time asked me. She knew I had a thing for him. A crush if you will but him being so much older than me it be wrong. I must have a older man fetish or something. "I did. :D" Was all I replied. She then bombarded me with questions. I barely had time to look at th first when my dad pulled up. Oh god as if my hormones werent already on high alert. I tossed my bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat, buckled and waited. He just stared at me. I was getting nervous again. I started rubbing my thighs. Looking at my dad I smiled and he pulled the car away. "So was tonight, a good workout?" I tried asking without laughing. I hit him in the shoulder. My dad didnt think I needed this, which any father shouldnt. I giggled at him and replied with a simple 'mhmm'.

"Baby, I have something I have to talk to you about." His face holding an unknown expression as he stared ahead. I froze. Did he read my diary and wants me to go away? Did he already mention it to mom? My heart rate raced as idea after idea ran threw my head. "Your mother is going away on a promotional tour for a couple of weeks. She'll miss your birthday. Im telling you this cause its important we always support one another. I dont want you to be bummed." I felt at that moment my whole body turned to goo. I was so relieved. "Oh." Was all I could muster at that moment. He didnt seem too pleased with my one worded response. "I understand dad, I do support her. I just wished she focused more on what was in front of her". Looking right into his eyes I was flabergasted by my bold move as my hand rested on his thigh. Did I mean to do that? He went rigid for a moment but then placed his hand over mine with a sweet smile, "Me too baby, me too."

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Getting ready for bed was so time consuming. I was sore. I still had to put my books away, my shower and pjs were already taken care of. My red lamp light was all that was on as I went to get comfortable until I remembered my diary. I frantically found it and immediately looked to the last page. It didnt look any different. No pages were missing. None were folded. Thanking whatever god was looking over my secrets I flipped to the next page to write todays events when I stilled. As if I wrote something already. In red pen an entry was already made titled, "The other side of things."

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