Crashes of thunder echoed around my head as the rain beat down mercilessly against the ground. It was already late and I was getting concerned. I had let my daughter go out with some friends to celebrate her 19th birthday, with the promise of and early return. As the clock struck two and flashes of light sprung from the sky, my thoughts turned to the safety of these 19 year old girls.
I imagined the worst that could happen to them, like any other caring parent would. The anger of them being late was gone. I turned and went back inside as to not look too nervous if they came down the street. I watched a late sports report while I waited. It did nothing to distract me. What felt like years passed me by as I waited for their return.
Just as I was ready to contact the police, my front door swung open. It was my daughter and only one of her friends, Sandra. They were drenched from head to toe. Their hair was stuck flat to their face as it barely covered their half open eyes. They were intoxicated beyond comprehension.
"Where is Emily?" I asked. "You didn't leave her somewhere did you?"
They just broke out into drunken laughter, the kind of laughter that doesn't really make you happy, but more annoyed than anything else. They merely pointed back out the still open door. I looked out the door to behold two bizarre sights. The first was my car parked in my garden the other was Emily laying in the grass slowly doing snow angels.
"Bloody Hell," I yelled.
My daughter knew her drunk driving would not go over well with me. A resounding crash echoed from behind me. I turned to see the girls falling into the hall closet as they attempted to get away. Too drunk to manage their fine motor skills and not drunk enough to just pass out.
My head swam with anger at the utter stupidity of these girls. I stomped around the house in my anger as I assisted the girls out of the closet. They scrambled to get untied from the coats that had rained down upon them. My daughter was on the bottom, face first into the floor. Her friend was struggling to get off of her as her sense of balance was out of whack.
I grew frustrated with their struggles and finally lunged out for the friend. I grabbed at her arm as she flailed around in the coats and shoes. She seemed to be fighting my attempts to pull her out or maybe it was the alcohol. I grabbed her arm and started to draw her towards me. Slowly I moved my hands up her arm. Her shirt was tight to her body, but was pulling apart at the buttons as I pulled. She seemed to loose her balance again and return to her state of disarray. As my frustration grew, I yanked her roughly to an upright position forcing the buttons on her shirt to pop off.
I couldn't help but notice her firm wet young breasts as they hung out in the open, supported by a lacy pushup bra that left her hardened nipples exposed. She stood in front of me almost oblivious to her predicament. I was angry enough to let her stand there and embarrass herself. My daughter was stuck with her feet in the air and skirt up around her waist. Left exposed was her naughty little see through G string panties.
"What the hell are those," I yelled as my temperature rose even higher.
I never thought that my daughter was one of those girls that would be wearing sexy underwear. I wondered what they had really been up to tonight. I wondered if she had become the same little tramp her mother had. Her mother constantly would accidentally flash her shaved pussy to unsuspecting business men in restaurants, just to see them squirm. She gets off on the reaction of men when they can't voice their approval due to their present company.
"You little ....," I caught myself before finishing the thought.
The thoughts of all those boys looking at her young bald pussy, clamoring over each other in an attempt to get an up close and personal view of her virginal pussy intensified my anger, but not more than the thought that maybe she wasn't a virgin anymore. I reached for her arm and roughly yanked her out of the closet and to her feet.
"Who drove my car home?" I demanded.
The two of them just looked at each other and pointed out the door timidly. My daughter turned on her heals and grabbed Sandra's arm, pulling her towards the stairs. I watched them stumble up the stairs. My daughters skirt still high on her waist exposing all of her firm round shapely ass, except for the small piece covered by the inch of material that wasn't crammed up the crack of her ass. My anger didn't dissipate as they tripped on the top stair and dragged one another to the ground. Every bang and bump annoyed me. I knew it would be useless to yell at them tonight, but tomorrow would be a different story.
I turned my attention to the open front door and the storm raging on outside. I needed to return my car to the driveway and out of the garden. Emily needed to be brought in from the rain so she didn't do anything else stupid tonight, like drown herself in the rain. I headed outside to inspect my car.
Immediately my attention was drawn to the big dent in the side of the car and pieces of my fence trapped underneath. Now I had an even bigger reason to be upset. These girls needed to be taught a lesson. I moved to the car and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Now that's useful I thought, locking the car after you crash it. I prayed the keys weren't left inside, but I wasn't hopeful. With all the rain I couldn't see inside, I had to ask Emily.
I scoured the lawn looking for her. She was probably rolling in the grass somewhere. It was then that I found her up on all fours struggling to get up. She was completely disheveled. Her hair was covered in grass and her back was covered in a combination of grass and dirt stains from her attempts to create snow angels. I headed to her calling her name.
