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He pulled up the drive into the small gated catholic school she had a lot of explaining to do. Her father had let this go way to far she was sneaking out of the school at night and swearing. Getting out of the car the tall blond quickly found her room and knocked on the door. He waited for her to answer the door it was years since the last time he had seen little Nicole bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
 
Rise my clandestines, thy secrecies invoked. Streams of argentine across eyelids are drawn. Rise upon the tide, my castaway's outworn; Fall from distant worlds and redeyed skies aboooooooove!

Nic was sprawled on her stomach on the twin bed, flipping through her history book, one ear tuned to the Tristania CD she was currently blaring at half volume on her dresser.

Two burning sticks of incense billowed streams of writhing, spice-smelling smoke into the air, adding a hazy gloom to the already drearily decorated room. Now that her bunkmate had been expelled, she had the whole place to herself, and had decorated it with gargoyles, red and black drapes of fabric, silver beaded curtains and black and white photography. Every last picture of cute little kittens and puppies had been taken down and sent back with that bubbly, annoyingly chipper brat to the hell they came from.

Hearing a knock at the door, Nic slid her pale blue gaze in that direction, her eyes lined thickly with black kohl and accentuated with sweeps of red shadow. Sighing, she rolled off the bed, tugging her Type O Negative "Love Me To Death" shirt - the one with two women in a 69 on the back - until the hem reached her upper thighs. She was still wearing her black and white stripy thigh highs, although one was sagging to mid calf and only sank even further as she lazily strode over to the door, flinging it open. "What do you wan- uh, Dad?"

Nicole's blond hair was no longer just that. Chopped to several various lengths, the longest portions in the front to frame her face, it had been dyed black with several streaks of purple, blue and platinum. Her delicate nose was pierced with a tiny black skull, a faux beauty mark piercing hovering over her upper right lip.

"What are you doing here?"
 
“Nic just let me in you’re father is worried” the place looked like a morgue and she looked like a circus clown. But she also had her mothers body her ass breast and more Dave quickly found a seat. “Why are you in so much trouble nic is it boys” he asks pulling out a cigarette no angel himself he wonders why his brother turned to him. Classic midlife crises motorcycle hair everything only he made it look good well he did not look 30 something. Lighting up his cigarette he picks up the cd when his sweet niece turned bad.
 
"Nic, just let me in, your father is worried." Inwardly, she groaned. Great, even worse than her dad, it was her uncle Dave, his twin brother. Not given much choice in the matter as he bumped her aside to march in and take a seat on her overstuffed black velour chair.

Rolling her eyes skywards as though to say, 'd'you see what I have to put up with?!' she closed the door, not even bothering to throw on one of the several pairs of pants, skirts and leggings that littered the floor. Walking back to her bed, she flopped down on it again, lying on her stomach. The shirt shifted, exposing the tight black ruffled panties, the fabric itself covering only half of her tight, round butt.

"Why are you in so much trouble, Nic... is it boys?”


"What do you care, Dave? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere-the-hell-else? What are you even doing here?"
 
He quickly pulled down her skirt "Because you’re father is my brother and despite everything you’re my favorite niece" he placed the match on his tongue then swallowed it no trash that way. He looked around the room then tossed her the cd he was not happy he missed his sweet niece. “what do I have to do to get you back the old way and make you’re dad happy so he is off my back” laying back he stared at the ceiling a naked pitched of pink covered only by flowers was there unusual for a girls dorm or not was he getting old.
 
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If he looked away from Pink's boobs, he'd notice there were darts sticking out at odd angles from all over the poster. Obviously not a favorite musician of hers. The artfully posters of a bound and gagged Trent Reznor, as well as the not-so-tasteful Playgirl spread of Peter Steele littered the ceiling over her bed in a collage, along with pictures of Criss Angel, Dani Filth, Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione, and Tori Amos.

"Because your father is my brother and despite everything you’re my favorite niece"
"Yeah... whatever. That's why I haven't seen dad since I came to this school. And how long has it been since you decided to show up?" Smirking, she batted the CD case aside when he tossed it to her, flipping open her history book again.

“What do I have to do to get you back the old way and make you’re dad happy so he is off my back”
"Mm." The noncommittal sound spoke of complete and utter boredom with the conversation.

"Dave, I have to study."
 
he took the book and tossed it before placing his head on her back just above her ass “YOU think I am a push over like you’re old man” he smiled enjoying the feeling of his head against her young flesh. He smiles and takes out the sig “I am not leaving until you agree to behave” the idea of her in leather out fit and he with a paddle came to mind. “now are you going to behave or do I have to sit on you”.
 
“YOU think I am a push over like you’re old man."
"Hey!"

Scowling when her book was tossed aside, she pushed him away with long, half-clad legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed to touch her feet to the ground.

“now are you going to behave or do I have to sit on you”.

"What the hell is your problem, Dave? I'm trying to do my homework, what the fuck more do you want?!"

This was really starting to get on her nerves. Who did he think he was? She hadn't seen him in several years, and now he just thought he could waltz into her life, disrupt her studies and demand that she do better?

"Just... go away, Dave. I have finals coming up and I really don't have time for this."
 
Who was the adult and who was the child he though "do I have to spank you to get you to behave" he was already tried of this he moved closer to her “Why do you have such an attitude” he asks unsure what to do next he closes the door. He was not leaving until he fixed this despite her hair she was growing into an attractive woman without thinking he kissed her holding her hand together in front of her
 
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