<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goetz Family Home<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/>By the time Elizabeth arrived downstairs, Tristyn looked as if Daddy had gone over him like the balance sheet of a shady used car dealer.<br/><br/><strong>"Is that for me?"</strong>she asked, stepping between her father and Tristyn.  Her fingers lightly brushed his as she took the rose from them and she lifted it to her nose to sniff.  It smelled like summer felt, deep and velvety and heavy with perfume.  It was really pretty, even if Tristyn's fingers had bent the stem a little bit from the tension of talking to Daddy.<strong>"Thank you.  Daddy, this is Tristyn.  He's taking me out tonight."</strong><br/><strong><br/>"That's right,"</strong>her father replied.<strong>"Tonight,"</strong>he stressed.<strong>"That means you're home before Sunday starts, young lady."<br/><br/>"Yes, Daddy,"</strong>she said sincerely, then leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.  He wasn't tall, quite a bit shorter than Tristyn, but next to Elizabeth he looked like a father should to his daughter.  Elizabeth picked up her small purse and tucked the stem of the rose just inside of it.<br/><br/>Her mother came over, smiling and radiant, and bussed Elizabeth on the cheek and smiled at Tristyn.<strong>"Don't you mind him, young man,"</strong>she said.<strong>"You two have fun on your date."<br/></strong><br/><strong>"I'll be waiting up on the porch with my shotgun," </strong>her father warned.<br/><strong><br/>"Dear, for the last time, you don't own a shotgun,"</strong>his wife chided, exasperated at her husband's antics.<br/><strong><br/>"Then get your purse.  We'll go over to Bass Pro Shops and I'll buy one,"</strong>he said as Elizabeth walked with Tristyn to the door.<br/><strong><br/>"<em>Oy gevalt! </em> Would you stop being su-"</strong>her mother exclaimed as the door shut.<br/><br/>At his car, she waited for him to open her door.<strong>"I'm sorry about that," </strong>the cheerleader told him.<strong>"Daddy's just really protective.  I hope he wasn't too mean to you before I came down."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>