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Maria was an ever-present fly, always wanting to tag along with us or come and visit us.Over a period of time, as Maria turned into a more mature teenager, she seemed to show less of interest in spending time with Marsha and myself.Marsha was not as laid back as Maria and was quick-tempered.I often told others that Marsha same passion she brought to the bedroom was the same passion she brought to arguments.I found her tanning herself, laying out on her stomach, in the smallest of bikini I think I had ever seen.The top portion lay on the cement next to where Maria lay stretched out on a chase lounge, chit-chatting with two very young studs who seemed more like vultures than the cool college-aged guys they probably were pretending to be like. When I met Marsha, my wife, Maria was a scraggly, pimple-faced teenage girl.Then, a couple of summers back, Maria came to visit us during the summer.Overnight, or so it seemed, she had filled out and become a very sexy young lady.
She’ll need you to come through for her over and over again throughout her life. I was in tears as I read through this list, as I’m sure many grown daughters will be. Mothers – bookmark this list of rules and encourage your daughter’s daddy to read them, memorize them, and put them in to action. I cleared my throat to get Maria’s attention and told he she needed to come up to the apartment.“Whatsup? Marsha and Maria’s parents, my in-laws, while great people, were clueless when it came to raising two daughters.
Maria was made to tag along with Marsha and I on dates, but all it took was a twenty-dollar bill to bribe her, allowing me more free-tine with Marsha.
Over a period of time, and on successive visits, Maria seemed to gravitate closer and closer to me.