The StudA Story by Jacob Clifford Bob was built like a truck and had a scowl that could curdle milk. When his sixteen-year-old daughter Jasmine told him she had a date tonight, he spent the rest of the afternoon looking in the mirror, practicing his death stare. He wasn't satisfied until the glass cracked. When the doorbell rang, Bob smiled for the first time in weeks. Showtime. He reached the front door just as Jasmine was stepping outside. "Bye, Daddy!" Bob cleared his throat. "Just a second." Jasmine froze, going stiff in doorway. A young boy appeared next to her. He wore sunglasses, a leather jacket, and a cocky smirk. Bob hated him immediately. Bob narrowed his eyes. "Hello," he said in his lowest voice. "Sup, man." The boy put one hand in his pocket and slid the other around Jasmine's shoulders. Bob's eye twitched. Oh hell no. He gave the kid his glass-shattering glare. "You should get that tic looked at." Bob took a deep breath in. "You're lucky I'm already on probation. What's your name, hotshot?" "Dean." "Alright, Dean, what are your intentions with my daughter?" Jasmine bit her lip, knowing from experience what was about to happen. Bob grinned sadistically. "Well, sir," Dean said, pulling Jasmine closer to him. "I hope to have your daughter in bed by 10 and home by midnight."
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15 Reviews Added on October 30, 2016 Last Updated on October 11, 2019 AuthorJacob CliffordMNAboutThank you, my Cafe family, for all that you have done for me. This has been a wonderful period of my life. If any of you ever want to reach me, feel free to send me an email at [email protected]... more..Writing
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