She's gone." I know baby, I know."And he fell down on the floor next to her, and cradled his daughter in his arms. He held her as she cried, until finally her sobs subsided. He felt good holding his daughter in his arms. He suddenly became aware that he only had a towel on. Damn, he thought. I need to be careful here.She clung to him tightly until she finally stopped crying."Hey..." he said as he tried to pull her away from him."No Daddy, please hold me". She clung to him even tighter."Amanda, I think we should talk. Do you want to talk about your mother?"'No, I hate her" she said emphatically.He sighed. He knew she was feeling anger towards Marla. Hell, he was angry too. How dare she leave without even talking to Amanda. How dare she leave without Amanda.Thank God, she didn't take Amanda, he thought as he pulled her closer.At that moment, he became aware that Amanda's leg was pressed firmly against his crotch and to his horror, he felt his cock start to harden. He tried to shift his. The rehearsals had been two days earlier, so until the ceremony had already started, no one would know that fat old John had metamorphosed. At least this year, undergraduate commencement was separate. So there was room for everyone.From the side of the stage, I looked over the growing audience. I saw my dad. Julia, the bitch of an aunt who had made my life miserable after my mother died, was with him. I let out an evil chuckle. She had berated me incessantly for being a sissy, a wimp, and a disgrace to my mothers' family name. I hoped she'd left her angina medicine at home. When they announced the two-minute warning, I took my seat at the head of the honors row. Dean Thomas, looking like a flame-crazed moth, was flitting around making sure everything was in place. When he saw my hooded figure, he looked surprised, but was diverted by yet another emergency. After the national anthem, Dean Thomas presented the obligatory speech honoring today's graduates, and turned the podium over to.
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