Checking In... (Includes GM)

Oh yeah, here I am again.

You're certainly wondering how I've been.

Well... one day, I was really feeling great. I went to that friend of my father's.
Then his AG daughter (let's call her X) came home and she looked really happy to see me (hehe, when she once saw me without a t-shirt she really seemed interested in my body ;)).

"Feu, can't you install that IM software for me, pleeeeeeaaase?"

I began to wonder whether I was dreaming. Isn't it supposed to be the evil pedophiles who try to chat with LG's?

Of course I configured that IM client for her :).
While doing so, I noticed what Dissident often has describes: AG lingo.
So far I had only heard of it, but never actually heard it with my own ears. That was kewl :).

Anyways, to days later I caught her online and we chatted for almost an hour. She looked at my webcam and said: "Oh, it's so stupid I don't have a webcam, so you can't see me!"
Then she had to go to meet a friend.

The following day her father was having a party and I met her there. Unfortunately, I didn't have a good day this time and felt like she didn't want to have contact with me. I tried to hang around with her and her friends anyway, but as soon as I looked away, they had run off, giggling - making me feel quite useless.

The only exception was one of her friends, who asked me to dance with them.
X was dancing incredibly well. In fact, I hadn't thought an AG could dance this sexy. She was moving her hips (read: her bottom) in about the same way you see women like Christina Aguilera do it on TV. On the one hand it was fascinating, on the other hand I felt even more frustrated.

Suddenly my father (btw, I within the last two week or so, I dreamt four or five times that he was trying to kill me and that I had to stab him) approached me and grabbed my wrist - without any obvious reason, but that's just so typical of him: "I want to go now, Feu!"
I was perplexed: "Dad, I'm here by bike, you don't have to drive me home."
I tried to free my hand, but didn't get him off as I was too drunk and I was still holding my drink with my other hand.
Now I really got angry. That asshole had absolutely no right (nor reason) to touch me like that.
With a very, very calm voice I told him to let go. Let go. Let go.
I had to repeat it three times before he finally did as I told him.

Oh god, how good that felt!

A couple of years ago, that situation would at least have made me feel uneasy.

My father left and I followed him not much later. But first I hugged one of X's friends, for which she gave me a confused look : ).

FN