I lean my hip against the sink, sighing as I try and stifle a tired yawn. I tilt my head, listening to Sarah “I don’t even want to know what she does with them!! Lord… I seriously hope you can talk some sense into her, David. I’ve tried everything!! But her father’s death has been hard and I think she lacks the male role model in her life that she needs… you get it, don’t you?” Don’t be sarcastic… I think Sarah’s daughter is probably quite responsible and just messing around, but who am I to talk. I don’t feel like rousing on some kid tonight… especially when my mouth watered a little at the pictures her mum showed me. I haven’t showered in a day or two and I’m exhausted from my gigs. Actually… I wonder why Sarah thinks I’m a good candidate for a mentor.. “Yeah, yeah. Uh, I’ll talk to her when she gets home. You go off to bed now, I’ve got it handled” I say, my voice a little husky. Damn it.. why me? I have my own younger brother to look after… I push my brown hair back, rubbing my chin as Sarah leaves to go to bed. I could bang my head on the table, honestly… I sigh, sitting at the kitchen table as I wait for this girl to get home. Okay… don’t be nasty, but don’t be lenient. Tell her no more racy pictures and try not to play Latin guitar around your mother… lord knows she can’t handle anything other than the Beatles… I school myself, glancing up at the ticking clock The back door opens quietly, and I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. The little dove creeps in, not noticing me yet as she tries not to make a sound. I swallow, before speaking “I want three reasons why I shouldn’t strap you for your behaviour, young lady” My voice is surprisingly rough and low as i watch her jump. “Right now.” I warn, as I start unbuckling my belt