Not daddy's little girl anymore! (ShrowdedPoet and Heroblade)
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				Title: <strong>Not daddy's little girl anymore! (ShrowdedPoet and Heroblade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 00:15:02</strong>
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				John Morose owned the grocery store in Marianna, a small town in nowhere Arkansas.&nbsp; Alison was his only child and after her mother died when she was five he'd raised her on his own.&nbsp; When a guy would become interested in her, he would do what it took to get rid of said nuisance.&nbsp; She was all he had and he'd be damned if some piss ant boy was going to take her from him!&nbsp; He even employed her just to keep her under closer watch.&nbsp; She was his and nobody was going to take her.&nbsp; He smiled as he walked into the small grocery store.&nbsp; He was a man with small town conservative views.&nbsp; A good grocery store had smiling young woman as cashiers and well dressed young gentlemen doing the rest. <br><br>She woke up at eight in the morning.&nbsp; It was her birthday and she was more excited than she'd been when she was a child.&nbsp; Today was her eighteenth birthday!&nbsp; She was now an adult.&nbsp; Daddy would have no say over what she did.&nbsp; She was free to do as she pleased!&nbsp; <br><br>Alison Morose stood naked in front of her mirror.&nbsp; She looked at her smooth soft skin, goose bumps beginning to raise and her nipples hardening.&nbsp; She smiled as she pulled a brush through her long red hair.&nbsp; She was a beautiful woman.&nbsp; She slowly ran her other hand down her body pulling slightly on her nipple before leaving it, her hand sliding down her slender stomach and brushing across her smooth twat.&nbsp; A beautiful woman indeed.&nbsp; She was ready to be brought into womanhood and there was nothing daddy could do about it.&nbsp; Her eyes glowed as her smile widened.&nbsp; She would take a lover today. <br><br>Alison slipped on a pair of small tight shorts, leaving her panties sitting on the bed.&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled at the thought of how naughty she was being.&nbsp; She slid a tank top on over her head, her nipples poking out, hard and perky, her bra still lying where she had discarded it.&nbsp; She smiled into the mirror as she looked at herself, running her fingers over her hardened nipples.&nbsp; Today would be a good day.&nbsp; She slipped her flip flops on and headed to the store to show off her beautiful figure.&nbsp; She knew daddy would not approve of her dress, but she didn't care. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not daddy's little girl anymore! (ShrowdedPoet and Heroblade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heroblade</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 04:22:36</strong>
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				Steven (Steve) Edwards just moved to Marianna, Arkansas two months ago.&nbsp; His checking account nearly wiped clean, adding to his nervousness.&nbsp; Yesterday, he went in for an interview for a stocker position at Food World, a small grocery store compared to the stores he shopped back home.&nbsp; As he dressed himself in a pair of khaki dress pants, white dress shirt, and green swirl tie required by work, he looked over at his wife.&nbsp; "What's for breakfast."&nbsp; Emily replied, "Eggs, Bacon, and Toast."&nbsp; Emily was the one who wanted to move to Arkansas, Steve had rather enjoyed the busy city life of Dallas, Texas, but his checking was unable to keep up.&nbsp; Emily, fearing bankruptcy, fled with family and all to the little town of Marianna.&nbsp; <br><br>Steve was so nervous that when he placed his hands on the table to sit down the table began to shake.&nbsp; "Steve, Emily said alarmed, "Why are you so nervous?"&nbsp; "I just know how important this job is to our family's well being," Steve replied.&nbsp; Emily smiled, "You will be just fine dear, it's not much different from your last job."&nbsp; "Well I don't need to be late on the first day," Steve said as he wiped his face with a napkin.&nbsp; He leaned over to kiss his wife.&nbsp; Amy, his little girl, whined gross causing him to smile.&nbsp; He knew he wouldn't have to scare away little boys with his Remington 870 express super magnum 12 gauge shotgun with enough steal shot and rock salt shell to support a small army.&nbsp; Steve's dad always said, "what is the point of having a gun if you don't have enough ammo to use it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not daddy's little girl anymore! (ShrowdedPoet and Heroblade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 18:36:01</strong>
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				Emily began clearing the table as soon as Steve left.&nbsp; She put away the food, washed the dishes, and dried and put them up.&nbsp; Wiping her hands on a dish rag she stood in the kitchen door and watched Amy.&nbsp; <br><br>Amy sat on the floor completely engrossed in Elmo's World, her eyes fixed on the colorful flashes.&nbsp; Emily smiled.&nbsp; Amy was four now, it didn't seem like it had been four years ago that Emily first saw that sweet little face, Steve's blue eyes shining up at her.&nbsp; She blinked a couple times, coming back to the present and hurried to the bathroom for a shower.&nbsp; Amy had to be at preschool shortly so she couldn't waste too much time.<br><br>She slipped out of her extra large night shirt and turned the shower on, the warm water began gushing over her hand.&nbsp; She stepped into the shower, her skin immediately forming goose bumps as the warm water hit it.&nbsp; She hadn't realized how cold it was today.&nbsp; She quickly soaked her chin length dark purple hair before filling her hand with shampoo and lathering her hair up.&nbsp; The bathroom filled with the smell of green apple.&nbsp; She leaned her head back slowly allowing the flow of water to wash away the soap.&nbsp; It swirled down her body, quickly washing away and down the drain.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as she let the water wash over her, the warmth lulling her.&nbsp; <br><br>Things hadn't been easy, Steve had some bad spending habits.&nbsp; They were hardly making the rent back in Texas and she'd finally put her foot down, she couldn't let her family go up in smoke!&nbsp; She'd worked too hard and fought too much for what she had.&nbsp; She'd packed up the family car and told Steve that either they moved back home to Arkansas or she was leaving him.&nbsp; He didn't want to loose her so he called his parents and told them they were moving home and asked if they could live in his grandfathers old house.&nbsp; It was settled.&nbsp; They'd been back in Arkansas for two months now and Steve had finally hooked a job.&nbsp; Emily smiled, opening her eyes before sighing and turning off the water.<br><br>She stepped out and wrapped the white cotton towel around her, tucking the top so it would stay while she brushed her teeth.&nbsp; She stood in front of the mirror and brushed her teeth, vigorously scrubbing the small white parts and gently rubbing the pink gums.&nbsp; She then did a sweep of the insides of her cheeks, the top of her mouth, and her tongue before spitting and rinsing.&nbsp; She smiled into the mirror examining her work.&nbsp; She pulled her towel off and quickly tousled her hair, soaking up the excess water, before brushing it and parting it at the center.&nbsp; She sighed as she pulled her bra on, her chest beginning to ache.&nbsp; When she was younger breasts just weren't this heavy, gravity must increase as you get older she concluded.&nbsp; She pulled a black tank top on and her favorite trip pants, adjusting the chains and admiring how the orange thread went so well with her purple hair.&nbsp; She sat on the edge of the bathtub and as she was pulling her knee high black socks with orange stripes on, Amy came running in.&nbsp; "We're gonna be late!" She whined.&nbsp; Amy acted like such a little adult.&nbsp; Emily looked into her intense eyes while pulling her boots on, "Just a minute honey, go to the door and I'll be there shortly."&nbsp; Amy ran off.&nbsp; Emily shook her head as she stood and put deodorant on.&nbsp; She looked at herself in the mirror for a couple seconds debating wheather to wear an overshirt to hide the pent tattooed on her upper right arm before deciding against it and rushing from the bathroom.<br><br>She grabbed her purse and dug for her keys as she chased Amy out the door.&nbsp; Today would be a long day.
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