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It was strange how it all happened. I'm Peggy, 18 and the star of the girl's wrestling team at my high school. Obviously, I'm damned good at it, and lucky since most schools don't have that kind of thing available. Half the time, I end up wrestling against guys in my weight class, since there aren't as many girl's teams. In my weight class, not even many guys can beat me.

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Sometimes, I couldn't stand my father. I believed it was his fault my mom killed herself. He was gorgeous and he could have anyone he wanted, and so he did. He cheated on her all the time. Men, women, she-males. And he would bring them home since mom died, not caring I was in the house. He was the dominate type, I would hear them begging for him, he told them too. I wouldn't be surprised if I had siblings out there I never knew of.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: My sincerest thanks to everyone who offered feedback on part 1 of this story. I've tried to incorporate your suggestions as best as possible. This may still be slower than some of you would prefer, but I kinda like where it's going. I hope the rest of you do, too. Let me know either way. For those of you interested in just the sex, skip down about 1/3 of the way. For those of you that are U2 fans, get your playlists ready.

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Thinking back on it now, it all happened so slowly over a long period of time, probably three years, maybe longer. My mother had me out of wedlock when she was 16 and in 1953 that was the kind of thing that made so called decent people turn away from you when they passed you on the street. Even though my mom had been raped by her high school principal, it didn't matter.

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I was pissed off. See, I was supposed to head up to Canada with my buddies from university and spend our winter break snowboarding, but things never seem to turn out the way I plan. Instead my dad pulled rank and ordered me home for Christmas. He insisted that I should learn some values and spend "quality time" with my mother and sister.

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Sam was on his way home. He worked odd shifts, not the standard 9a-5pm bullshit most other people had to work. So he was leaving in the early afternoon. During his drive home, like most other days, he called his daughter to check in on her. Amanda was 20, and lived with him while she attended college. They always had a very close relationship. They talked about everything.

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All characters are 18+. This is my first submitted story and I would welcome any advice on how to further improve my writing skills. Enjoy! ***** The back door was shut slowly. A quiet wine emanating from the hinges as the latch flicked into place. A small, young raven haired girl turned around. Her beady eyes looking towards the clock upon the kitchen wall. It read 1:36.

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It was a Friday and I had a test, I didn't want to go home afterwards because the kids weren't going to be there, and I really didn't want to be alone after such a hard test. Oh the wonder of it all, what was I thinking going back to school. I could be making money right now, and not having to worry about anything other than enjoying my new found self. Something inside of me just won't let me settle.

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This story is entirely fictional. ***** She was beautiful. Eighteen years old and stunning with her petite little body and long brown hair, just like her mother. When she was six years old, her mom had taken off with a friend of hers (whom I was always right not to trust) and she never looked back. She never called or asked about our daughter. She was just gone. It broke my heart but I got to keep Lacy.

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"Told you I'd come visit you tonight," Arthur Preston whispered as he slid under the sheet and slid next to his granddaughter Lisa, and although the single bed made for cramped quarters, as Lisa's grandfather moved against the skinny teen the snug fit suited the frisky senior citizen just fine. "What if Mom or Dad come in?" Lisa asked as he felt her grandfather's hand on her shoulder. "They won't," he assured his granddaughter, who made no move to stop his hand as it came off of her shoulder and moved toward her breast.

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