Name: Taylor Ambrose<br/>Time : Friday, 4:45<br/>Location: Pool, Upstairs Landing<br/>Target : Annabelle Ambrose<br/><br/>Climbing from the pool, she notices her daughter adjusting herself. Sighing she can’t help feel pity and somewhat defeated as a mother. With her genes the child should have had more of a chest than she did. Then again the rest of her body more than made up for it. She had legs that wouldn’t stop and an ass that could mesmerize anyone.<br/><br/>She wrapped the towel around her body deep in thought. Tennis. She has a match. Taylor knew she had no gone to see her play, or even practice for that matter, in such a long time. It pained her so to even be around her. She had told her she needed to care for her daddy, be more attentive, and then left the child to her own devices. Devices that she clearly had not defined yet. Still he looked. The lingering stares. The way he practically licked his lips when she walked by. They both mean so much to her, and she knows she has to do something to make this right.<br/><br/>Making her way inside, it doesn’t take for her to spot Annabelle’s form on the landing. She’s motionless, fixed to very spot she stands on. It looks like she’s almost afraid to breathe. The realization sinks in that she’s watching something she shouldn’t be. Taylor smiles shaking her head. “What are you doing?” Her voice loud and firm, she folds her arms eyeing her daughter. “Into my room this instant young lady. We need to have a talk.”