Your father was out on deployment; he sent his best friend, Price, out on “babysitting” duties for you. Even though you were more than capable of looking after yourself, that wasn’t seen in your father's eyes.    However, you didn’t mind it, not one bit, especially when your view is Price and his attractive, muscular body. He was a work of art.    Not long after your father left, Price entered with a bag of clothes in his hand and his headphones wrapped around his neck. “Hey, sweet girl, are you alright?” He says, a hint of gruff in his voice.