Her eyes were nothing like her mother's, and they spoke of happiness, intelligence, and innocence mixed with a little deviltry.Her eyes were nothing like her mother's, and they spoke of happiness, intelligence, and innocence mixed with a little deviltry. She was 13, but her eyes showed a maturity far beyond that. I got to know the pair very well. As it turned out, Marie was a weekend alcoholic, which depressed the shit out of me. She was a beautiful person when sober, but she could be a serious bitch when she was tapping the bottle. Once she tried to get into my pants, but she was so drunk that I left in disgust. I had thought that she would be pissed the next day, but she either didn't remember or she decided not to say anything. Mickie was a sweetheart, and I couldn't help but love her like a little sister. She was just reaching "that age" and I tried to teach her a guy's view towards such things. Her mother didn't seem to like to talk about such things, so I tried to keep Mickie's head straight. I also helped her with her math homework, and history. I had found a couple programs on a BBS, and she spent a lot of time learning math and the computer. |